#wasn’t my intetion

[kald-dal-write]

what color is each of the district’s number/logo/indicator in the games? also do you think that sometimes the colors give perks or worse situations like if 7 had green in a forest and then some other district had blaring red/purple I feel like it would kinda be unfair

Like for my own Hunger Games headcanons imagine the colors are kind of obnixious because

A. Doylist reason of I like bright colors

B. It’s more for the TV audience than it is for the tributes that they are easy to differentiate and see

Here are the colors(ish) I have for the Districts (so yeah imagine some of these colors would have bigger advantages than others)

Haven’t picked a color for D1 yet though so you guys can pick I guess

[illyrianshadowsinger]

A COURT OF STORMS AND SHADOWS. PART TWO.

AN; so here is part two of my ELRIEL FIC. Please note, yes there is going to be a hefty love triangle; maybe even love square in this fanfiction. But it will  a slow burn of Elain and Azriel. There will be lots of ups and downs; pov changes. The next chapter will have Azriel in it, so don’t worry, and if I get enough inboxes/likes ect. I might put it up sooner! 

Storyline: This follows Elains story three months after the solistice. While trying to figure out why Azriel all of a sudden has no interest in her, and Lucien is all a sudden someone she can talk too, she’s left reeling with lots of different emotions. Especially when she begins to realise there may be more to the mating bonds intetions than meets the eye. 

Coupling: Elriel / with other love interests throughout. 

Word count: 2721k

PARTS: ONE |

CHAPTER TWO.

The morning light seeped through the thin chiffon curtains that breezed from the window left ajar, to which she'd forgotten to shut the previous night; her eyes had peered into that moonlight garden for what felt like an eternity, wishing and hoping for different outcomes than the life she was currently leading. Wishing for Azriel. It was something she hadn't really felt before. Not even when she'd been with Grayson. That name could have made bile rise up from her throat, but she swallowed it down with an almighty suck in of air. Sometimes at night her ex fiance's face would find its way into her dreams; a torment of who she was meant to be and who she was now. Stirring in the too large bed, Elain's mouth fluttered open into a creeping yawn that brought her back into the world of the living.

Into a world of invisibility.

The thought cut through that morning facade she sometimes let herself lay in before she dragged herself back into the routine she maintained. The image she conjouerd up for everyone. The ever-dotting fawn.  A grumble falling from her pink lips, crushed by the pillow. 

Rolling onto her back, Elain took a moment to stare at the ceiling above. She knew it must be around early morning from the soft sounds that poured in from the window. She wondered how long it'd be before the twins sweeped in, preparing her for the day. The tasks would be the same; breakfast, tend the gardens, flurry around the house and maybe spend some time with Feyre and Nyx before the circle descended chaos upon the house. She just hoped that tonight Azriel may decide to stay at The House of Wind. She wasn't sure she could deal with seeing him after last night. She wasn't sure if she could keep herself together. 

Her hands smoothed over the silk of the bed sheet, as she sighed. 

She'd always liked this bedroom, the colours of sweet soft crushing pink and evergreen, flurries of different plants peppered around the room and the four poster bed had intricate carved vines etched into the oak, while gossimere drapped with stitched flowers. A room fit for a lover of gardens; she smiled at that thought. She loved the serenity of flowers. How they could be come unruly if not tamed and cared for. Like herself. That was how she felt. She was a rose being crushed amongst an overflowing garden of chaos. It was the best way she could describe what was going on inside her chest. 

The mixed scents of the candle Rhysand had gifted her at Solistice, the remenants was something she'd never been able to place and always seemed to forget to ask him. She made a mental note to double check when she saw Rhysand later that day. She turned her gaze to the pumkin coloured candle and smiled. She seemed in better spirits than the night previous, but still she could feel that heaviness in her heart. Gnawing away. 

However, he train of thought was then changed when a knock at her door drew her attention back to reality. Elain looked to the window, a small smile now gracing those lips. She'd always felt comfort in the twins; they were friends, and maybe the realest ones she'd ever had. So with ease Elain's voice wafted through the oak wooden door with confidence. 

''Come in!'' 

The creak of the door, had her begining to stand, but she came to a stuttering clamber of sheets, yanking the covers up to her chest when firey hair peaked his head around the corner. It was Lucien Vanserra. Her Mate. The thought alone had that bile sitting in the back of her throat; but it was different from the kind she'd used to feel for Grayson. This was a wholly different feeling. 

She felt sweaty instantly, palms clammy and unaturual. 

''Sorry, Lady Elain.'' Lucien coughed, gaze averted to the wooden ground. It took Elain only a second to notice Lucien's expression. He was as shocked to see her in bed as she was. She furrowed her own brows. What time was it?' ''I didn't realise you'd still be sleeping at this time.'' He apologised with a bow, already backing out of the door. 

''What time is it?'' Elain asked confused, her head cocking to the side. Lucien wished for a second he could have captured that early morning look into one of Feyre's paintings. The way her messy hair still looked tamed and perfect, the sun glistening off her bambi eyes and those slightly pink parted lips. He had to gulp thickly to find that air he knew he was no lacking. Was it always this hard to breath in front of mates? How had Rhysand and Feyre managed to stay alive? He felt like it was driving him crazy. Not in the mad-insanity kind of way. But in the way he wished he could be the fire in her life. Burning for her. 

''Almost 11, my lady.'' He managed to choke out. She must have noticed his tone, her face once again setting into an expression of indifference. It was better that way. She did not hate Lucien. How could she? He hadn't planned this, and she hadn't asked for it. But yet, he still felt this need to chase an invisible thread. One that sometimes appeared in her dreams, begging her to chase it to the end. To him. 

Elain looked back to the window, now realising it was no where near as early as she'd originally thought. And she was shocked; she never slept this late. And no one ever left her to wake up this late? If she needed extra time, she was always granted it, but usually she'd have been fussed awake by Nuala by now. Lucien could see she felt uncomfortable, so as always, he began to retreat. 

She wasn't sure why she asked, but she did. 

''Lucien--- what are you doing here?''

He stayed silent. She felt that tug; the golden thread that was meant to guide them to one another. Take them on the journey that had been planned by the stars and the cauldron. One of great wonder and mystery; or that was how Rhysand and Feyre spoke about it. 

''I was coming to ask if you'd like to accompany me to the house of wind?'' He said matter-of-factly, shoving his hands deep within his pockets. Something that looked so different when Lucien did it incomparison to Rhysand or Azriel. ''Why?'' Her voice was sharper than she'd meant, almost shrinking back from herself. When had she become so ballsy? It was coming out like spouts of fire every now and then, and it wasn't going unnoticed by the Inner Circle. Often she heard whisperings from Feyre telling them to let her be; but to her it just felt like she was still being coddled and protected. 

''The rest have already left---'' He jerked his thumb over his shoulder, in no general direction. ''There were meetings and the twins are on errands for Rhysand---'' He was stumbling for reasons she didn't know, so her brow arched. ''Rhysand said you'd be left unaccompanied, and I just wanted to offer.'' 

She knew this was a set up. A way to get them alone. To bond. She'd have scoffed out loud if she hadn't felt somewhat bad for his futile attempt. This would have been Rhys and Feyre pushing the situation together, hoping and preying she'd give in to this 'thing.'

''I think I'll stay.'' Elain muttered under her breath, sounding weak and distant. As she always was when Lucien was around. Come to think of it, she was pretty sure this was the longest conversation they'd ever had, especially with no one else around.

''As you wish.'' He looked dissapointed, but said no more as he bowed, already making to leave. But there was something in his tone, and Azriel's face flashed into her memory. He'd called her a mistake. What if she spent her entire life wondering if she was just that. Was that how Lucien would come to see the mating bond? A mistake? Because she didn't want him either, as Azriel didn't want her. Her own brows then came together, flashing her gaze to her hands, wringing in and out of each other; she huffed a breath and spoke before she could stop herself.

''Lucien---'' She interrupted with a little more urgency than she'd meant. Her eyes were fixed on him now, dead bolted. It was like he'd gone wholly still. He stopped on the spot, his brows pulled together while his mechanical whirled on her.

''Yes, Elain?'' Voice steady and kind. Always kind. 

Elain pulled the covers around her more, keeping her eyes on the covers that enveloped her body. She was a modest woman, she'd never lost that regal ability about her, walking or dashing past always had eyes lingering on her. A naturual beauty. Pristine. But Lucien could see something else beneath that porcelain skin; something that called to him. 

Like calls to like. 

''The--- this...tug.'' Her hand found that place, just to the left of her body where her heart was. Where that feeling thundered in his presence. The second she mentioned it, his own hand found that spot; giving a nod, encouragment that he knew exactly what she was talking about. What it felt like. 

She wondered if it felt like a ghost was guiding him towards something that thouroughly hated him. But her lips parted; she felt that. That thought, her own face crumpling. Did he think she hated him because of the bond?

''I don't...'' she swallowed thickly, now unable to look at him. His own face fell. He wasn't sure what she was going to say, but the opening sentence hadn't been the most promising. His hand remained over his heart however, pulling and calling to him.

Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. 

''I don't hate you.'' She whispered, not wanting to make him feel worse than he must have already. She knew how she'd been, how she'd acted. Like he was the most dispicable thing. She hated the bond. Not him. She didn't want to be in a life that was chosen for her. She wanted to live for life as she saw fit, for love and laughter. Not for fate. Fate could combust for all she cared. To hell with the god damn cauldron! But this wasn't just about her. There was another soul, another heart involved in this. And she wasn't sure why this was now coming to her mind? Maybe it was Azriel. But she had to say something. 

''I can't explain this right now, but this--- what ever this is? It's not something I've ever wanted. Things being chosen for me, and I know that sounds silly because I came from the mortal realm where we are married off to those who offer the most money or the best asssets'' Her own lip trembled, because she didn't want to talk about it. She wanted to sweep it under the rug, pretend that it never exsisted. But she also couldn't just expect him to go away, she knew that much. ''But after having everything stripped away, taken from me--- I want choices. I want to be able to decide how my life goes and who comes with it...'' And there was her answer. She let her eyes find anything to latch onto, just not him. 

''I understand it's stronger for you, or that's what Feyre said...it's like this..'' Elain pressed her hand flat against the expanse of her lower throat. 

''Fire. Like there's a fire burning, all consuming and bright, into the deepest part of my core and constantly.... constanstantly aching.'' His own voice was now weak and Elain looked at him with wide eyes. She'd never thought of that tug like that. She'd never felt it like that. 

''Fire?'' She asked hestitantly. Lucien looked at her for a second, as if contemplating if he should say more, so he finally pushed the door open, standing and filling the entire door way; casting a shadow in his wake. 

They were so different to Azriel's shadows, she thought.

''When I walk into somewhere you are, or you've been...it's like theres this flash of hot ire burning through my veins. Like you're calling for me and no matter how much I try to ignore it, I can't stop that feeling'' He raised his arm, as if she could see it and dropped it just as quickly, feeling awkward and on the spot. ''And it's the mating bond---'' he stopped, seeing her wince when he said it, instantly feeling guilty but never shifting. He stood strong now, jutting his chin to look directly at her. 

''Like the mating bond is telling me that you're the only one that can calm it. Cure it.'' The fire, she realised he'd meant, the need for her. Elain was meant to be the equal to him in every way. To go side by side in harmony. But why him? What was it that Lucien had that meant they were bonded; that connected them so deeply. Elain knew he'd revealed something deep from within side him, told her when she'd asked and yet, even with her pushing, he'd still been polite. Had never said she was a mistake. Never pretended she didn't exsist. Or matter. ''Give me half an hour and I'll meet you down stairs.'' Elain whispered under hushed breath.

''Elain you don't have---''

''I know I don't have. But seeing as you're shackled to me, I should at least give you the decency to understand that just because we're bonded does not mean you're going to want to spend the rest of your life with me.'' Her laugh was humourless, but she didn't move. But there was a growl in his voice, deep and primal. 

''Why would I be....shackled to you?'' His voice now had a new edge, laced with a quiet venom she'd never heard before. There was that bond, shining on his face, anger evident; if someone had said that to her, he knew he'd cut them from navel to nose.

Slowly. 

''Because Lucien, I'm a mistake and invisible.'' She breathed, and that bond went taut. She gasped, his mouth falling slightly ajar. What was that? She didn't ask it outloud. That pull towards him, his own hands flexing by his side. He had that urge to go to her and protect.

Protect what was his. 

''I don't think you're either of those things, Elain. In fact, I think you're quite the opposite.'' Lucien's voice was low, rumbling but his lips were curled into a snarl. ''I hope that is just your mind running wild, because I don't see mistake or invisible anywhere in your future.''

She wanted to laugh. She could see the future, so why couldn't she see her own?

''What do you see?'' Elain asked, eyes weary of his answer.

''What ever you want. That's what I see. And hopefully, somewhere in there, me.'' The last line had her eyes slowly rising, until they were fully upon him. Heart hammering, tugging and screaming for her to go to him. Somewhere in there, me, He'd said. 

''I'll be down as soon as I'm ready.'' She reaffirmed and Lucien didn't wait any longer, slipping from the room as the door came to a click shut behind him. She let out a breath she hadn't even realised she'd been holding, shaking hands finally letting go over the covers as it drifted back to her lap. Why had she agreed to go with him? She had no intention of invoking anything with the bond; but it was like she'd been unable to stop herself. Unable to stop that toppling need to go to him. 

Be near him.

She shook her head, throwing her feet to the window floor lightly. Elain caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror across and grimanced. There really must be a bond in place if he'd thought her to look anything but disatisfactory this morning, she'd countered with a sigh. And just like that, she began to ready herself for her day. And for the first time in a long time, Elain realised, she had no idea what today may bring.

[laurafett]

Unfamiliar Fruit

PART ONE

Friends to lovers, sex pollen Boba Fett x f reader 

Words: 10k

- You and Boba are guests in a palace on a different planet. The King serves you some strange food, with the intetion of doing both of you a favour - 

No mentions of pronouns, hair or skin color, sexuality. Also, let’s pretend that there is underwear in space. Minors, do NOT interact!!

Warnings: smut, fluff, age gap (reader is 18+), mentions of food and eating, masturbation (m and f), comlink sex, pain due to sex pollen, slight voice kink 

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Why did you always let yourself get dragged into some bantha shit like this? You were dirty, sweaty and smelled like the inside of a Tauntaun. Boba told you this was going to be a short hunt for which he needed your help. Just one bounty he would have to hunt and collect. He said it would take about two or three days. Yeah, no shit. You were sitting on this Marker forsaken planet for almost two weeks now because Boba found some new connections for his business on Tatooine.

He didn't want you to get into trouble so you had to stay in Slave I almost every day. You had no clean clothes, the water tank for the shower was already empty and soon you would be out of food too.

You sat in this tiny, dirty ship while the bounty hunter probably was living in a  big, glamorous palace at the other side of the town. You crossed your arms in front of your chest, letting out a sight as you tried to find a comfortable position in the pilots seat. This was where you spent most of your days, sitting in the cockpit while looking out of the big window in front of you.

It was a green planet, with lots of trees and fields of grasses. It was a welcome sight after spending so much time on Tatooine. The air here was cool and fresh, but it was not exactly cold. The small forests shielded the ship from the sun, so that it always had a comfortable temperature in the ship. At least that was something nice about your current location.

Another nice thing was there was a river which’s stream led behind the big city walls. On some particular hot days, you used the water there to cool down your body. You watched how the water disappeared as soon as it reached the high built bricks that were put there to shield the town and the people there from any kind of intruders.  

You couldn't see much of the city because the ship was stationed some miles away from it. You guessed it was old, from the way the walls looked. In all your days here you never saw a person leaving or entering through the massive wooden doors. It made you wonder if the town was really so big to have everything they needed, so no one ever had to leave this place.

Tearing your eyes away from the mysterious town in front of you, you looked into the sky. Only a few more hours before the sun would start to set and you would have another silent night all by yourself.

If you were on Tatooine you would have spent time with Fennec during your sleepless nights, her never seeming to sleep much as well. But no, you were here. And you were bored to death. There wasn't even anything to read on Boba’s ship, so you had no other option other than to sit around and  keep staring holes into the air.

Right when you were about to get lost in some thoughts again, your datapad received a message from your absent partner. Your back straightened and you leaned forward to read it.

“We will leave soon, only one or two more days.

They invited you for dinner tonight as well,

you also get a proper quarter to sleep in.

Be here before the sun sets.

Take the ship with you, there is a place near the palace

where you can land it. Be careful.”

You almost started crying at the thought of a real bed and real food waiting for you. “Thank the Maker.”, you mumbled to yourself before you checked that everything on the ship was secured so nothing would break during your flight. It didn't take long for you to start the ship and fly directly in the direction of the big castle-like building.

Only five minutes later you landed the ship near the palace and some people were already coming out of the ancient building. You grabbed your blaster before leaving the ship and walked towards the other people. They greeted you by bowing in front of you. Eyebrows lifted in surprise, you looked back down at them.

There was an older man with brown skin and dark hair, some strands already whitening. His mouth was almost hidden by a big, long beard that went down to his throat, but you were able to make out a small smile on his lips. He wore a purple robe, so long that the end of it was covering the ground behind him. Some golden chains covered his chest and he wore rings on almost every finger.

He was in the company of four young women, covered in light yellow cloaks. You were able to see their faces, all of them smiling at you. Each one seemingly more beautiful than the others. Now you could understand why Boba spent so much time here.

“You must be the partner of the great Boba Fett.” The man in front of you began speaking, “We are glad to have you here. All our guests get only the best. We’ve prepared your quarters for the night and one of my maids will show you the way so you can refresh yourself before dinner.”

The old man pointed at a young woman with curly hair, who was smiling at you.

“Thank you, that's really nice.” was all you could say in your current state of surprise.

“Nothing to thank us for. We made a really good deal with your partner so it is a pleasure for us to have you here.” The man nodded slowly and you gave him a weak smile. These people were way too friendly to make a deal with Boba. You hoped he would explain this to you when you see him.

“Follow me, I will show you your room.” The young woman said and waved her hand for you to follow her.

The palace was gigantic. Many statues and old art were all over the place. The statues were made out of white stone, portraying people you didn't know, probably warriors. Strong bodies, perfectly chiseled into different kinds of material, telling a story you've never heard before. Paintings covered the high walls, showing many faces. Some of them looked like normal citizens like farmers, children, or the whole families portraits. Others picturing royals, queens and kings, princes and princesses.

The two of you walked through an uncountable amount of rooms and corridors. And after almost ten minutes of walking the woman turned around, looking at you. She opened the doors on your left and your eyes widened in shock. The room they prepared for you was bigger than any house you had ever lived in. It was filled with old furniture, a gigantic bed, a big balcony and a probably enormous bathroom behind a closed door. The maid walked into the room with you being directly behind her. She went over to a large closet and opened it to reveal that it was full of beautiful clothes made out of the best material in the galaxy. One of your hands rose to touch the silky fabric of one of the dresses.

“These are for you to wear. We asked your partner for your size and I hope there is something that fits in here. If not, feel free to tell me and we will get you something else.” You slowly nodded while looking through the amount of different clothes. “The King wants you to wear anything you feel comfortable in but would be happy if you would wear something more festive for dinner.” You looked over to her and she smiled at you again.

“Dinner will be ready in about two hours. Feel free to use the bathroom and clean yourself up.” She slowly made her way to the door, “And if you need anything, please let me know and we will be happy to help you.”

“Thank you.” was all you could say before she left the room.

Now being on your own, you slowly walked through the chambers, trying to take in every detail. The walls were a light rosé and sky blue curtains hung beside the windows. All the furniture was made out of dark wood. A small glass table stood in the corner of the room with some books on top. The bed was covered in white sheets and pillows and was large enough to allow 4 people, maybe even more, to sleep comfortably.

You walked out onto the balcony and gasped. You had a great view over the whole city. It wasn't the biggest you have ever seen, but definitely one of the most beautiful ones. Everything looked more like a big garden than a place where people lived. Old, small houses were blooming like mushrooms between a field of grass. Many fields covered the space underneath the palace.

People stood in front of their houses, talking to each other. Children were playing hide and seek, laughing so loud even you could hear it. The lights were turned on in almost every house and you could see some farmers bringing the harvest they collected over the day into the warmth of their homes. This place was really beautiful.

And now, as the sun slowly started to set, it looked even more aesthetically pleasing. You looked down into the court of the palace and saw Boba. He was taking a walk with the man you talked to when you arrived. Hopefully he would tell you what this was all about as soon as you had some alone time with him.

After standing and watching the city for some more moments, you went back inside and into the bathroom. Just as you thought it was just as big as everything else. Covered in white tiles, a marble bathtub, a shower beside and a big sink with a mirror and any kind of makeup you could think of. You never really used something like this, but maybe tonight was a good night to try it.

You stripped out of your dirty clothes and quickly got into the shower. The warm water ran down your body and you couldn't help yourself but moan at the relaxing feeling. After cleaning yourself completely, you just had to stay under the warm water for just a bit longer.When you finally had enough, you turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. With one hand you grabbed one of the soft towels, wrapping it around your body.

Entering the bedroom once more you walked over to the big closet and searched through it. You opened one of the drawers, instantly moving back in surprise. It was full of some of the most expensive and beautiful lingerie you have ever seen. Did Boba tell them to get those for you? Curiously you looked through them, soon realizing that all of them were exactly your size. How could he know what size you wore? But before you were able to think much further, your eyes caught a glimpse of a beautiful, dark green lace set.

You pulled it out of the drawer, taking the time to really look over it. It was gorgeous. Without thinking too much, you dried your body and tried on the underwear. You weren't insecure about your body or anything, but you were still afraid that it might not look as good as you imagined. With small steps you walked in front of the big mirror beside the closet and looked at your figure. Holy shit. You looked fucking hot. The bra fitted perfectly around your breasts and you were able to see through it a little bit. The panties wrapped themselves around your ass without covering too much. You were speechless. How could've Boba guessed your size so perfectly?

Before putting on more clothes you went back into the bathroom to do your hair and make up. And while doing that your thoughts started to wander.

You always had a thing for Boba. From the day you agreed to work with him to this current moment. The both of you met while searching for a bounty. He got attacked by several men at the same time and you hopped in to help him. He was impressed, to say at least. You joked about saving his life and how he would owe you something.

The bounty hunter was almost speechless at that moment. You weren't afraid of him. You knew who he was, but you weren't afraid, not in the slightest. He was almost sure he could like you until it turned out that both of you were going after the same bounty. Boba tried to tell you that you had no right to go after this man and that he would kill you if you still tried to, but the only thing you said was:”Are you afraid of losing, old man?”

And that is how it started. You were able to catch the first bounty. Boba was angry about it, but he would never tell that he was almost as much impressed by your fighting and hunting skills. Those games continued for weeks. Every time you met each other on a planet, searching for a bounty, you made a contest out of it.

He would never admit it, but he loved it. He loved to see you getting lost in your hunting instincts and trying to get whoever you were looking for. He loved seeing you fight, you were much stronger than you looked. But mostly he loved to see your euphoric smile when you showed him the bounty you just caught. Of course he would never admit that to you, but he loved spending this time with you.

But things got more stressful on Tatooine and he had to stay there for a certain amount of time, dealing with his business. You two didn't see each other anymore and it drove both of you crazy. You listened to every conversation about Boba to find out where he was right now, secretly hoping to see him again as soon as possible.

Until one day, you received a message from the King of the Underworld himself. He said that he would need more good bounty hunters in his palace and offered you a job at his side. Obviously, you couldn't say no, so the next day you made your way to the palace to start working with him and his right hand Fennec.

The three of you got along pretty well and work seemed to be as easy as never before. The only thing disturbing the good climate you had in the palace was the never ending tension between you and Boba. You didn't know what exactly the reason was for this undeniable tension, but it drove you mad. You were attracted to him, there was no point in denying that. But you also knew that he saw you as a coworker, maybe a friend. There were other things going through his head than what was going on between the two of you. You were also sure that you just imagined all the small hints which could possibly be a sign for him returning your feelings.

Until Fennec decided to confront you. She asked you why you didn't already tell him, that it was already really obvious. You didn't know what to say and tried to deny your feelings. The only reaction she showed to your very bad lie was a dramatic roll of her eyes. “I can't wait until you both realize that each of you returns the feelings for the other one.” was the last thing she said before she walked away and it still haunted you to this day.

Your eyes were glued to the mirror in front of you while you were trying to do your eyeliner. Finally finished, you looked at yourself. Even though you didn't use makeup on a regular basis, it looked really good. Happy with your hair and makeup, you went back to the closet.

Your eyes scanned every single piece of clothing in there. What would be something acceptable to wear while having dinner with a King? One of the dresses caught your eye, but before you were able to pull it out of the closet the door to your room got opened.

Eyes widened in shock, you looked at Boba who stood in the doorway. You couldn't see it but his eyes scanned your almost naked body. He didn't even realize it but his breathing stopped as soon as he saw you. You looked absolutely stunning. Only when his eyes met yours through his visor, he realized that he was staring at you. He snapped out of his thoughts and turned around, trying to get his breathing under control.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you. I just wanted to see if everything is alright and tell you that dinner is ready in about half an hour.” he spoke with a raspy voice.

“Okay, alright. I will be there.” You looked at his back while speaking.

Without another word Boba went out of the room and closed the door behind him. He walked down the corridor with large steps. The picture of you, just standing there in the probably hottest set of lingerie he ever saw, was burned into his mind. They asked him for your size, yes, but he never thought they would pick out something like this for you. Maker, he needed to cool down.

Entering his room, he sat down on the white sheets of his bed. Seeing you like this was completely new for him and he couldn't deny the fact that his trousers got tighter when he had scanned the length of your body. He knew you for a good amount of time now, but most of the time he had enough self-control to not imagine you in this certain kind of way. But this time, he couldn't help himself.

Pictures of your body laying underneath him flooded his mind. He wondered if the sounds you made were just as beautiful as you? Would your lips feel as soft as they look? Would you taste like- Kriff. His eyes snapped open and he let out a deep sigh. At this point, he was rock hard just by thinking of you. He needed to stop.

He knew that someone as beautiful as you and also younger than him would never share the same feelings as him. You were able to have any person you wanted, why would you choose him? He thought back when you first arrived at his palace.

The way the people eyed you. Hundreds of hungry eyes stared at you. He still remembered how glad he was that he wore his helmet, so no one could see his jealous expression. Only when you walked up to him and started talking to him, the people stopped staring at you. The only thing he wanted to do in that moment was to pull you onto his lap and show everyone that you belonged to him and if anyone dared to lay a hand on you, they would have to deal with Boba himself.

But you weren't his. You belonged to no one, you told him more than once. And he understood what you meant by saying this and he respected you, more than anyone else. But he still found himself alone at night, wishing you were by his side.

A knock on the door ripped him out of his daydreams.

“I just wanted to tell you that food is ready in five minutes.” A voice said through the door. After that it got silent again. Trying to get you out of his head he stood up and made his way into the dining hall. This is going to be a long night.

You stood in silence for a minute after Boba left your room. You noticed his staring, but you weren't sure if it was just because you were in your underwear or if he really thought you were attractive.

Thinking about it for a second, you decided to try your luck today. If it turned out that he wasn't interested, you could finally live in peace again. But if he was, then you were going to have a very good night.

The bounty hunter was  already sitting at the table when you entered the large dinner room. You saw how his helmet turned in your direction but you couldn't see any reaction from his side. And again, Boba was very happy to wear that stupid helmet. You looked stunning. Your body was covered by a silky black dress with thin straps. It went down to your legs and hugged all your curves perfectly. He swallowed hard, almost sure everyone could hear it.

With a nervous look, you settled down in the seat beside him. You looked at his black visor and he nodded slightly. Before you could say anything the King, as you learned for the maid, stood up and began to speak.

“Tonight we want to honor our guests, the great Boba Fett and his beautiful partner. Our kingdom was able to make a deal from which we all are going to profit from and which will keep us all safe.” He raised his glass in your direction. “We hope you enjoy your meal and now, let the festivities begin.”

He brought his glass to his lips and drank one sip, before everyone else joined in.

Two big doors swung open and the staff brought in the food. You almost couldn't believe your eyes. So many different kinds of food, mostly things you didn't even know. Your stomach started rumbling at the sight of all the different courses. With wide eyes, you looked at Boba once more. He didn't notice because he was in the middle of taking off his helmet. You were about to stop him, but it was already too late. He never let his enemies or business partners see his face, but by the reaction of the other people in this room it wasn't the first time they saw him. He turned his face to you and mustered you with a confused look.

“What's the matter?” His eyes fixed on yours while he was trying to figure out what was going on in your head.

“Nothing. Don’t worry.” You shook your head slightly.

Bringing your eyes back to the food in front of you, you couldn't stop yourself from starting to eat. So many different vegetables and fruits. All the different variations and sauces. You moaned when the first piece of food found its way into your mouth. This was the best feeling you've ever experienced.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Boba watched you and a small smile tugged at his lips as he saw your satisfied expression when you finally started eating.

Without even trying to hold back you ate as much food as you could. Each dish was better than the other and you were almost overwhelmed at all the different choices.

You were still eating even after all the others finished their meal, but you didn't care. You had no good food in weeks and to be completely honest, the food on Tatooine wasn't the best either.

Shoving the last piece of food into your mouth you fell back into your seat, holding your tummy. You were stuffed, to say the least.

“Finished already? Don't you want to lick the plates of all the others clean too?” Boba smirked at your exhausted figure, bringing his glass to his lips.

You gave him a playful annoyed look, but couldn't hold back your laugh. The corners of his mouth raised around the glass.

Before you were able to reply something the other man beside you started talking to you. You were so caught up in getting food inside your stomach that you didn't even talk to anyone in here. So you gladly interacted in the conversation the other man tried to build up.

Turns out this planet was one of the only ones which stayed completely out of the war that happened some years ago; which was impressive because almost no planet was able to stay out of those kinds of politics. But this was the reason why everything here was so old. They never had to rebuild anything because nothing ever got destroyed. Maybe by accident on occasion but never due to war. The people who lived here had one of the oldest environmental systems in the galaxy, which is the reason why you didn't recognize most of the food. It's local and you are not able to get it on any different planets. You wondered if Boba made a deal about some kind of spices, but he was more than a spice smuggler. That would make no sense.

Suddenly, in the middle of the conversation, someone came up behind you and sat a new plate in front of you. On it was a fruit, you also didn't recognize. It had thick skin and was bright yellow. You looked around and saw that Boba and you were the only one with this kind of food on their plates. With a confused look you turned your head to him but he just shrugged his shoulders, signaling you that he also had no idea what kind of fruit that was.

“We decided to give you some of our rarest food on the planet. It is hard to grow and actually is the only fruit we sometimes sell to other planets. But after everything you will be doing for us, I think you deserve to get a taste.”, the King spoke and looked at the two of you. You weren't sure if it was just your imagination but all the other people in the room looked at you with a smirk on their face. As if they knew something you didn't.

There was no room left in your stomach, you were full. But after everything the man said, you didn't want to be rude, so you took your fork and tried a small piece of the yellow food in front of you.

Before you even started chewing it, you tasted how sweet it was. Too sweet. You grimaced at the overwhelming taste. It was like nothing you ever tasted before. It gave your tongue a tingling sensation but also made it numb at the same time. The juice that squished out of it when you bit it, immediately ran down your throat. You desperately tried to hold back a cough. With one big gulp, you swallowed the piece of fruit and laid your fork back down.

Side-eyeing Boba, you saw that he wasn't impressed by the taste either. Just now you realized that all eyes in the room were laid on the two of you, waiting for your reaction.

“It-” You began, clearing your raspy voice before continuing, “It tastes delicious, really. Amazing, different taste.” It was a lie and anyone smart enough would have realized but it seemed like the people didn't notice. They started smiling, bringing their attention to their own desserts.

Boba looked at you in a way that said 'You are a terrible liar.', but you didn't care as long as everyone was happy.

“I'm very glad to hear that and now eat up. We wouldn't want to waste anything of this delicate fruit.” You sent a death look into the direction of the king, but your partner nudged your side with his elbow.

“Eat up. You don't want to be rude, do you?” Your death glare wandered directly to Boba and he smirked at you. Cocky bastard.

With a disgusted look on your face you took the fork again and started eating the fruit.

Soon it was much later in the evening but you didn't notice the passage of time because you were actually having some nice conversations with the people from the city. You talked about the wars, the way this planet stayed out of them, the story of how you became a bounty hunter and joined Boba.

Your eyes wandered into the direction of said bounty hunter more than once that night. Sure, he wasn't someone to talk much, especially about his feelings, but you couldn't deny the feeling of disappointment that he didn't even acknowledge the way you looked tonight. The small amount of hope in you wasn't strong, but it was surely gone by now. Forcing your eyes away from him, you started listening to the story one of the women in front of you was currently telling.

Boba didn't feel well. It wasn't the amount of strangers around him or the fact that he probably ate too much, no. It was the fact that you turned heads in this room. From more than just one or two people.

But well, he couldn't blame them. Your body looked like art in the dress you were wearing. He asked himself what the reason was, for your choice of looks tonight. Did you want to impress someone? Boba knew you had your fair amount of affairs. It had been revealed after you two along with Fennec drank too much spotchka one night and talked about your sex lives. He still didn't know how that happened.

Anyway, even though he knew you weren't his, he tried to keep everyone away from you that showed just the slightest bit of interest in you. He knew it wasn't fair, but he couldn't stand the thought of someone else touching you. Was this the reason you were dressed like this? Did you want to hook up with someone from the palace?

He shook his head. He had no reason to think about your intimate relationships with others; he had no right to judge or decide over your choices. But the more he let his mind wander, more thoughts of you popped up in his head. And one of the thoughts was the picture of you in your underwear. Again.

Suddenly, he felt hot. Not in the way he felt when he was angry or embarrassed, but actually hot. So hot that he started sweating. He looked around to find a reason why the temperature suddenly had changed in here but it seemed like no one else noticed. He tried to adjust himself in the chair. It felt like his armor got two sizes smaller and he wasn't able to breathe. Different parts of his body began to tingle and he was sure he would pass out. His body quickly raised from his seat, to get out of the room but the second he stood, he couldn’t move due to the feeling of dizziness that held him. Boba stood there for a second before he made his way out of the dinner hall.

Your eyes fell on his quickly moving body and the way the look on his face seemed alarmed. Something told you to follow him. Without excusing yourself, you left your seat and made your way up to him. Before he was able to leave the room, you reached for his arm and stopped him. He turned to you, his eyes wide in shock.

“Boba, are you alright? You look terrible.” The look on your face was concerned and you glanced at him through your lashes. He stared at you, not without noticing how his eyes started to wander over your body.

“I- umm...” He stopped his rambling when he felt a painful sting in his lower belly, his erection forming in his pants. What was wrong with him?

“Kriff.” was all he said, looking around to see if anyone was staring at the two of you. Luckily no one seemed to care about the fact that the two of you were standing away from the table.

Without thinking, Boba grabbed your waist and pulled you a little closer to him. You were so surprised. You couldn't think of anything to say. He lowered his head so his mouth was directly at your ear.

“We are leaving tomorrow morning, be ready. I'm going to bed now and you should too, Princess.” Not a second later, he released his grip on you and was gone.

Princess. The word rang through your ears. It was almost as if you could still feel his hands on you. A shiver ran down your shine when you thought about his breath hitting your sweaty neck. Lost in your thoughts you still looked at the door he left through.

A sharp pain in your stomach shook you out of your trance. You flinched at the feeling, wondering what that was. But a moment later, you felt a burning heat in your core and the feeling spread through your whole body. You grew even hotter than before. Maybe Boba was right. You should go to bed.

It was harder than you thought to find your way back to your quarters. The fact that your legs got weaker with every step and the slightly dizzy feeling in your head wasn't helping either. You stumbled through the corridors, hoping to soon find your stupid room. Who needs a palace that big anyway?

After some more minutes, you were sure you finally arrived. About to open the door to your room, you heard a strange sound coming from a chamber down the hall. You stayed still, to see if it wasn't just your head trying to trick you.

“Dank Farrik!”

Even though your whole body was aching at this point, you followed the sound. A loud groan came out of one room and you realized it was Boba. A little bit faster than before, or at least as fast as you were able to go, you went to the door the sound was coming from. Your mind clouded from the heat and pain taking over your body as you knocked.

“Boba?” Your voice was weak and raspy as if you had been screaming for hours straight. Nothing happened, so you tried again. “Are you alright? I heard some noise-”, a sore, deep voice cut you of.

“I'm... I'm alright.” A sore, deep voice cut you off. On the other side of the door, the man struggled to speak. His throat felt so dry as if he had wandered through the dunes of Tatooine for days without a single drop of water. Every part of his body arched and he panted, not being able to breath properly.

When he entered his room some moments ago, he got rid of his armor, tossing it carelessly onto the floor and falling down onto the bed. He didn't feel dizzy anymore but there was pain, almost as bad as in the sarlacc, flowing through his body and especially into his abandonment. He was hard, harder than ever before and it hurt. Scared of touching himself, of making the pain even worse, he just kept laying there, hoping that the pain would go away. No luck yet.

There was a white noise in your ears and you almost didn't hear what he said. His voice sounded so breathy; you were afraid he was hurt. You tried to steady yourself by holding on to the doorknob. You felt like you were about to pass out, but you still wanted to make sure that everything was alright.

“Are you s... sure? It doesn't sound like it.” It almost hurt to speak.

You heard a terrifying growl from the other side of the door.

“Fucking hell. I'm doing fine and now go to bed.” Boba shouted.

Too dizzy to be shocked or to show any reaction towards his tone you slowly made your way back to your quarters. Barely able to find the strength to push the door open, you almost fell into the room. The pain got even worse and couldn't hold your body up any longer. You felt your legs carry you across the room so you could collapse on the bed, groaning loudly as your body landed on the mattress. Your mind wasn’t able to form any kind of rational thought. The only thing you were aware of was the pain in your body and the growing wetness between your legs.

You had no idea what was going on, only realizing that you started to become incredibly needy. With all the force you could muster in the moment, you rubbed your thighs together to create even the smallest amount of friction. You almost started cringing when you felt how just wet you were. Maker, what was wrong with you?

The pressure from your thighs wasn't enough. Your panties were already soaked, even without anyone touching you. Slowly, you let one of your hands go between your legs. Your body jumped at the first light touch and an obscene moan left your mouth. Holding your other hand over your mouth, you carefully started to touch yourself.

You closed your eyes, trying to focus on giving yourself some kind of pressure pleasure, but it didn't work. The pain was still there and it seemed like it wasn't about to leave any time soon. Starting to move your hand faster, to find your way to the desperately needed climax, you heard the sound of your wet cunt.

You’ve never been this wet. Especially without anyone touching you. Your thoughts drifted to Boba. Him calling you princess surely couldn't be the reason for the mess between your legs. You wanted to fuck him, but you weren't that affection starved. Or were you?

Thinking about your partner brought you closer to your own orgasm. Two of your fingers circled around your clit and started to become sloppy as you grew closer to your release. Your eyes stayed shut, trying to imagine something that would help you. You thought of Boba, sitting on his throne, legs wide and taking every inch of space in the big seat. The way he looked so dangerous, just by doing nothing then looking around the room. How often you thought about riding him in that position. You on top of him, his large hands on your hips. You would be completely naked for him while he still wore his armor, feeling the cold beskar against your heated skin. His body would tense underneath yours while he pounded into you, calling you his good girl.

You were so close, you could feel the familiar heat rising. Just one or two more seconds.

“Hey. Are you here? Can you hear me?” Your hand moved from your core as fast as possible. Shooting your eyes into the direction of the door, but it was still closed. A groan left your mouth. You were so close and the pain was still so present in your body, you were probably imagining things.

Just as you were about to continue, the voice rang through the room again. You tried to sit up, looking around, searching for the reason you were able to hear him.

“Are you mad at me? Dank- I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you.” Boba sounded like he was out of breath. Your eyes landed on the pile of clothes on the floor. Sure, your comlink. On shaky legs, you walked to your old clothes and took the small speaker from your belt.

You were afraid to say something. Did he hear you? You were embarrassed. He was your coworker and you just almost had an orgasm while thinking about him.

“Boba.” The only thing leaving your mouth, in a breathless voice, was his name. You weren't able to say more, afraid that he might sense what you just did.

The man in the other room was still laying on his bed. He didn't trust himself to stand up. His heavy breathing was the only sound around him. His fist clenched around the comlink, after he heard you speaking. Your voice sounded just as weak as his, you must feel the same reaction as he did.

Boba has been to a lot of planets and different cities, but this feeling was new to him. He knew what the cause for this was, probably. The fruit contained a certain type of pollen. He heard about them, about the stuff they do to the ones eating it. It was almost like an aphrodisiac, people would get desperate for any kind of sexual interaction, just to make the pain go away. And he also knew that the pain would fade much faster, if you would do something about it and even better, not by yourself.

The sound of you whispering his name through the speaker made his hips twitch. He would never act on the feelings he had right now, especially not with you. You were too important to him and he would never forgive himself if he lost you due to his needy brain and body. But he couldn't stop thinking about you. The fact that you felt the same exact pain he did in this moment, made it even worse.

“Are you... are you alright?” Your quiet voice cut through his thoughts. Maker, why did your voice have to sound so fucking desperate? He shuts his eyes close, trying to stay focused.

“Yes, I think so. What about you?”

“No. No, I think something is wrong with me.” Boba's eyes snapped open again when he heard you were crying. “I- I don't know why, but everything hurts. Kriff, it hurts so bad Boba. I don't know what to do.” By now your voice was almost unrecognizable, it was shaky and blurred from your crying.

The heart of the bounty hunter sank deep in his chest. He didn't want you to go through this. “Okay, try to calm down. You got this, try to ignore it.” He almost laughed at himself. There was no way to ignore it and he knew that.

“Are you kidding me? Try to ignore it? Boba, it feels like my whole body is on fire, I can't just pretend I don't feel that shit.” There was a hint of annoyance in your voice and he couldn't blame you. He was better at controlling his body in general and it was still hell for him. He couldn't even imagine how you felt. “You know what, I'm coming over, right now.”

“No!” He screamed the word into the communicator in his hand. With all his strength, he sat up and rubbed a hand over his face. There was no way he would spend this time with you. He knew he wouldn't be able to control himself if you were with him.

“Boba, what the he-”

“I know what might help you.” His tone was low and calm, trying not to cross a line with what he was about to say.  “You need to touch yourself.”

Your mouth fell open. Did... did he really just say that? You stayed silent, not knowing what to say. That was what you were already doing, touching yourself, but hearing him saying those words sent goosebumps all over your body.

“Before you start to protest, yes I know it sounds strange, but believe me, it will help you.” A moment of silence fell above you before he started to speak again. “Please. I don't want you to be in this terrible pain. Do... do it for me, please.”

You weren't able to stop the whine that left you after hearing his words. It was too much; this whole situation was too much for you. Your body was aching and you knew that your hands would never be able to sooth the pain and growing heat between your legs.

“Boba, I-” He cuts you off once again.

“S- stop saying my name like that, please. I will not be able to control myself if you keep doing that.” You felt even more heat rising in your body at his words. “Just... just try to do what I just told you.”

Without letting go of the comlink, you sneaked your hand under your dress once again and into your wet folds. You moaned at the feeling. There was a hiss, coming out of the speaker and you heard the man on the other end swearing.

“That's it. Just keep doing that.” Boba wasn't able to hold it back anymore, freeing his painful hard cock from his pants. It snapped up against his tummy and he threw his head back when the cold air hit his aching member.

“Boba.” This time you moaned his name on purpose and he really had to hold himself back from cumming right there and then, “I- I can't do this on my own, please.”

At this point you didn't care how desperate you sounded or if he could hear the sounds you were making. You needed something. You needed him.

The man heard you, very well, and it drove him crazy. He put his hand around his cock, slowly starting to pump it. It didn't feel good. He didn't like to masturbate in general, but with this burning need inside him and hearing you, touching yourself, it felt even worse. The urge to touch you has never been this strong, but he needed to keep it together. You only did that because you felt the pain this fruit caused, not because you were genuinely attracted to him.

Your fingers circled your clit, but it didn't feel like it was enough. Silent tears were still streaming down your face because you couldn't build up the friction you really needed. You whined in frustration.

Boba was sure he wouldn't last long if you kept making those sounds. Maker, what would he give to see you right now. Disheveled hair, your makeup probably all over your face, your hand between your legs and eyes closed. He was sure you looked like a goddess.

“Please, Boba. I need-” He had to stop you. He couldn't listen to you with that sweet, sweet voice of yours any longer.

“Alright, okay. Just do what I tell you.” The bounty hunter didn't believe what he was about to do. He has wanted you for so long and even though you weren't with him right now, he would savor every second of this.

“Just... umm...” He stopped himself and rasped his voice. He never had a problem with being talkative during sex. He actually really liked it but with you and especially in this situation, it felt different. “Bring your middle finger and your pointing finger to your clit and start rubbing it in circles. Not too fast, to build up some good pressure.” His grip around his cock tightened at the picture of you in his head.

You did as he told you and moaned, more at the words he spoke than to the actual feeling of pleasure. Never in your life have you been this turned on, not only because of the strange feeling in your body but also by the way Boba guided you through this. You could already feel the familiar heat growing in your lower stomach again. It wouldn't take long for you to finish.

He needed a moment to breath before he continued. Your moaning and whining made his dick twitch in his hand. His thumb collected the precum that already leaked and used it to start stroking himself again.

“Now use those two fingers, slide them inside of you and start fucking yourself.” His mind was clouded with pictures of you. The sounds you made rang in his ears and he wasn't able to hold his grunting back anymore.

The two of you listened to each other, touching yourselves. Both of you would lie if they said that this wasn't the hottest thing you’ve ever done. Feelings aside, the urge to feel one another and touch each other was so present and burning as never before, it was almost worse than the actual pain in your bodies.

Your back arched as you felt yourself getting close again, but you needed to hear his voice one more time. “Boba, I'm- I'm so close... I-” He was too and your words almost sent him over the edge, but he wanted to help you reach your climax first.

“It's alright, Princess. Just l- let go.” The hand around his cock sped up. His rapid pace was almost hurtful. “Imagine it’s someone else doing that to you. Imagine your fingers are someone else's, someone you wish was touching you right now.”

An incredibly loud sound left your mouth and you began to see stars. Your legs started to twitch and shake, while a loud white noise flooded your ears. Without thinking you started to scream. “You. Fuck, I wish it was you who was touching me right now, Boba.” You cummed hard. Your toes curled, your head pressing into the mattress underneath you. The hand inside of you stopped moving and started shaking, like every other part of your body.

As you laid there panting, you slowly came back to your senses. It was silent, but the pain in your body was still as present as before your orgasm. You groaned in frustration.

“It didn't help. Fuck, Boba. The pain is still there.” You whined but there was no reaction. The other side of the comlink was completely silent. Tears build themselves up and were about to escape your already burning eyes. You fucked up. You just told him you wished he would touch you.

“Shit!” You screamed and pressed your hands flat over your face. The tears started to stream down your face faster now as you started crying again. The pain and the embarrassment took over your brain, you never wanted to see him again. He would fire you, bring you back to the planet you came from and leave you there. You started sobbing and removed the hands from your face to place one of them over your mouth to muffle your pitiful cries.

You hated yourself right now. So much so that you would rather stay in this room forever than ever have to see his face again. The moment repeated itself in your head over and over again. You didn't notice when he broke the connection, but you knew that he probably did it after the last sentence you said.

New tears formed in the corner of your eyes, but before they were able to make their way down your face the door to your room got pushed open. Your head turned to the person standing in the doorway. It was Boba, wearing nothing but his black flight suit he always wore underneath his armor. You brought up your head and steadied yourself on your elbows.

“What are you-” The man was in front of you in a matter of seconds, looking down at your weak form. You slowly sat up and stared into his dark eyes.

“Was that what you said the truth?” His voice was even deeper in person. He looked exhausted, breathing unsteadily and sweating all over his face.

“Boba, I... I don't know-” One of his hands grabbed your chin roughly and tilted your head in his direction. Your heartbeat was going faster than before. It was hammering hard against your chest. You could feel it in every part of your body.

“Just tell me if you meant what you just said, or not. Because if you did, I will help you. I- I will touch you, just the way you need it, little one.” His eyes pierced into yours. His voice sounded calm but you could see that he was just as worked up as you. “And if not, I will leave you alone. I don't want you to feel pressured to do anything you don't want to do.”

It was almost as if you forgot how to breath. His words rang through your ears and for a second you believed you passed out and all of this was a dream. But the grip around your chin proved you wrong.

“I asked you a question.” He said in a more aggressive tone. The hand on your face tugged you slightly forward and only now you became aware of his hard erection, pressing against his pants. You swallowed loudly, looking back up into his eyes. A small smirk played around his lips.

“Like what you see?” The smirk on his face grew even wider when he saw your head nodding.

“Now tell me,” He brought his body down to yours to look directly into your face, “Do you want me to touch you? Do you want me to help you get rid of the pain?”

He paused for a second and brought his face closer to yours so both of your noses were touching.

“Do you want me to make you feel good?”

Your breathing hitched in your lungs and you felt a hot sting going through your body, going straight to your cunt. Boba drew his face away from you, just a little bit, but you already wanted to protest. Your hands rose up and grabbed his broad shoulders.

“Yes.” It was nothing more than a silent breath but the words rang in his ears as if you screamed them. “Yes, I want you to touch me and make me feel good, I- Fuck, Boba. I want you so bad.”

Without wasting another second he crushed his lips onto yours and started kissing you. The kiss was heated, fast and passionate. Teeth clenched against teeth and tongues tried their best to taste the other person. His lips were softer than you expected, they were warm and inviting. A tingling feeling made its way to your chest and you realized you never wanted this to stop.

You felt like you were in heaven and even forgot about the pain for a second, but not for long. Boba's hands were holding your face, brought it even closer to his while you did the same with your hands around his neck.

His mouth pulled away from yours as he began to wander and kiss his way down your throat. He let both of his hands slide down your body, over your breasts until he rested them at your waist. Your body arched into his touch and a whimper escaped you. The man's lips twitched into a smile, feeling proud about the reaction of your body against his touches.

With one hand on your back, he slowly started to lay you down on the bed. His body was now hovering over you and you could feel the strong heat radiating from him. Every kiss he left on your bare skin was like a small flame burning its way into your mind.

When his lips reached your cleavage he stopped and looked up to you. You looked so beautiful, a sweating, panting mess underneath him. That's everything he ever dreamed of, maybe even more.

Both of his hands ran patiently down your sides until he got to your thighs. He reached for the hem of your dress and pulled it up a little bit. His hot mouth went down your clothed body, not once breaking the eye contact.

You shivered at the sight in front of you. Every part of you felt like it was electrified and you were sure you would explode if he wouldn't start properly touching you soon.

Boba went onto his knees in front of the bed, now pulling up your dress so that the hem of it lay just above your panties. His eyes fell to the soaked green material that still covered your heat.

“Look at you. If it wasn't for the fucking fruit, I would say that you are pretty desperate for me, little one.” A wide smirk covered his face and even more heat rose into yours.

“What has the fruit to do with-” But you were cut off by the feeling of one of his thick fingers sliding in between your wet folds. Your mouth fell open in a breathless moan and your head pushed back into the white covers. Only when you heard the man in front of you humming your head came back up only to see that the finger, which was between your legs just seconds ago, was now in his mouth. His eyes found yours while he licked his finger clean, pulling it back out with a small popping sound.

“You taste fucking delicious. Better than any food anyone’s ever served me.” He smiled at you. “Even better than I've imagined.”

Your eyes widened at his words. He imagined the way you tasted? The man in front of you was about to pull down your panties, but you stopped him. He looked at you with a confused expression.

“What do you mean with 'you imagined'? Have you thought about this before? About us?” The pain was buzzing through your body, but you needed to know.

His expression softened and a small smile appeared on his face. He planted a soft kiss on your knee before talking.

“Princess, are you serious? I've dreamed about this for so long, to finally have you. To feel, taste and hear you, everything. But right now,” His lips made their way up on your inner thigh, “is not the time to talk about this. Let me soothe your pain and afterwards, we can talk about everything. I promise. Right now, I just want to taste you.”

He reached your clothed cunt and pressed a kiss on to it. His fingers reached up to the waistband of your panties. Your legs were already shaking from watching him move. You were about to tell him not to tease you when a knock on the door cut through the thick tension hanging between the both of you.

A sigh left your lungs and you fell back into the sheets underneath you. This couldn't be real. You whined, tears swelling up in your eyes again.

Boba noticed and started rubbing his hands up and down your legs. “Hey, hey. Calm down. We don't have to answer.”

It stayed silent for a while, a relieved feeling washed over your body. Boba started kissing your inner thighs again and just before he reached the spot where you needed him the most, the knock disturbed you once again.

“Kriffing hell.” The bounty hunter muttered to himself and got up. With large steps he went to the door and opened it just enough so the other person could see his face.

It was one of the maids. She looked at Boba with an apologizing look.

“I'm sorry to disturb you but our communication system received a call from your palace on Tatooine. There is a woman, called Fennec Shand and she wants to talk to you. She didn't say what it was about but she said it is urgent.”

He wanted to scream, wanted to tear down the whole palace. No, not now. His head turned into your direction. You looked at him with dove eyes, still shimmering from your previous tears. He couldn't do that now, both of you still in the middle of the reaction from this fruit. He was in pain too, but he knew it was worse for you. Turning his head he looked back at the maid.

“The woman is waiting for you.” Boba sighed. He knew it was wrong but he needed to know what Fennec thought was so urgent.

“Give me a second, I will be right there.”, he said before closing the door.

The man turned around and looked at you once more. He didn't want to go. His deepest desire, finally so close to him and his duty as the King of the Underworld keeping him away from reaching it.

“I have to go.”

“What?” Your body shot up from it's laying spot in the bed. A hand reached out to him and clutched at his sleeve. “No. No, please. You can't leave me now.”  

“I have to, but it won't take long, I promise.” Boba gabbed the back of your head and pressed a kiss to your forehead. He was about to turn around, but you still didn't let go of him.

“Boba, stop. Please I- it still hurts. I can't take this anymore.” He looked at you, bringing his hand to your cheek.

“You can do it and while I'm gone you’re going to touch yourself again, you hear me? Prepare your pretty, little cunt for me and when I come back, I will give you everything you need.” Not waiting for another response from you, he freed his arm from your grip and walked out of the room.

[futurewriter2000]

Not Alone

A/N: Ah, I love this so much and if my family wasn't attacking me right now, I'd be happy publishing this but UGH! Fucking family. Cant wait to get rid of them. Also, this is written on my phone so the taglist and the "further reading" thingy can't be put.

XX

Hate. It wasn’t easy to ignore it and it wasn’t easy to cover the pain, pressure and cowardice. 

You walked in the dark room, your heart pounding yet your face flat serious. Eyes turned, eyes observed, nothing much to see until they saw him. His grey eyes locked with yours, much wide, much scared, you nodded and left to your seat at the table. 

He was sitting in the middle, between his father and his mother. She was looking at you with a sceptical look, he was looking at you with surpirse and his father was staring somewhere at the void, scared out of his mind. 

To him, you had the expression of someone who isn’t excited about the war yet isn’t excited about the peace either. You seemed pretty neutral, pretty confident and more or so...pretty.

The Dark Lord spoke, some things happened, such as embarrasing Lucious Malfoy by snapping his wand in a half. The same thing happened to you. He asked for you wand. 

“(y/n).” he hissed through his teeth and all eyes darted to you. Slowly, calmly, you looked at his red eyes and replied.

“Yes, Dark Lord.” your expression was still calm, your heart as well. He can’t hurt you. He never will. You are too important to him to be killed, even if he wasn’t fond of you- truth was, you weren’t fond of him either. 

“Your wand.” he gestured his hand and without a doubt you pulled out a wand and let it, hand-in-hand travel to the red-eyes. 

He weighted it, sniffed it with his slit nostrills and snapped it like a piece of chalk. You didn’t flinch, only turned your head back to the front and kept your expression flat. 

It irratated the Dark Lord that you weren’t even slightly intimidated by his action, nor the fact that you haven’t showed even one fright of him. 

But he saw it- the boy in the front of you, I mean. The boy whose eyes were bright and scared, wide and surprised. His white hair were slicked back and for some odd reason, the eye contact made him forget where he even was; to see his Muggle-Studies proffesor floating above him. To know there were Death-Eaters around him and the Dark Lord, that there was also you, who didn’t look like a Death Eater at all. Just a student like him. 

But why you? -From all the people, it had to be you. And he knew you. He knew you since he remembered how to walk. You were the kid who came into these visits and played with him, simply because you had to. And he was an awful, spoiled child meanwhile you were the opposite. Kind and nice, shy and quiet. He could remember those days on the swings where he kept insulting you while you only smiled and complimented him. 

When your parents died and your uncle got the custody it seemed that nothing has changed. You took notes in class, you studied in the library, you walked the common room with the intetion of going to your dorm. You and Draco always exchanged words but a few on every two years. You seemed so casual, someone nobody would ever expect to find you here. 

So why were you?

He wondered, he tried to figure it out and he tried that in the most subtle way he could find. Knowing he was Draco Malfoy, subtle was never his best feature.

He entered your carriege, just the two of you. He didn’t even bother to say hi, to greet you in any proper way. He just put it all out there. “Why?” he asked and you looked from the window to the boy in front. “Why were you there?”

“Same reason as you are.”

“Which is?”

“Because I have to.” you quirked an eyebrow and he shook his head.

“No.” 

“No?” 

“No.” he spoke again. “No because there is no way you would ever be involved with this. Your parents were not Death-Eaters, hell, your uncle isn’t one so why would you betray your family if you were not a spy?”

“And why can’t I just be involved because I want to?” you started to raise your voice at him. “It’s not your business to interfere with mine, Malfoy.-”

“It is when your business is just the same as mine! So tell me why!!” 

“Because you don’t know shit, Draco Malfoy! Not about me and not about my family so why don’t you and your pathetic arse stay out of it!”

He was quiet for a while, looking left, turning right and lastly, staring back at you. "You didn't even flinch."

"He used to be like us, Draco. A student, a Slytherin. He's a wizard, just like us. A half-blood, who we both are not."

"How do you-?"

"Research, Draco." you replied. "He is more educated than us. He knows more about magic, dark and good, about creatures, all of them, about potions, all of them, about the ministry, the muggles. People are terrified of him for what he did and how he looks like. If he looked like us, would they ever be more afraid?"

"So you admit you work for Dumbledore?! It's those ideas he stuck in your head!" he accused but you only rolled your eyes.

"I do not work for Dumbledore. I work for The Dark Lord. Why? Because he pays me good."

"He pays you?"

"Yes, he does. Would Dumbledore pay me? I don't think so."

"But how, what?"

"You ask too much questions." you looked back through the window, seeing the castle come close.

Before he could put his thoughts in order, the carriage already stopped and you were on your way into the castle meanwhile he was left behind as he always seemed to be.

---

It wasn't until the next three days that he has used to observe you but you seemed so normal. With Harry and his other two friends was easy to know they were up to something. You were just as the other students; you went to class, you ate in the Great Hall, you talked to your friends, you were exceeding in school work... Normal but not to him. No. He knew one thing nobody else did.

It wasn't until he was given the assignement from the villian himself: kill Dumbledore. He was a wreck and you could see it from a mile away.

"You're being obvious, Draco. Cool it down." you whispered from the other side of the shelf.

He looked through it, seeing your eyes illuminate their colour. He walked your direction and spoke. "So you know?"

"Of course I know, you git. I think by now the whole England knows by how you were acting."

"I am not that obvious." he snarled and you stopped.

"You are being suspicious!" you snarled back. "The Gryffindors already know something is going on with you and they are keen on finding out what that is, meanwhile Dumbledore only needs to conifrm his theory."

"What are you talk-"

"I see things, Draco. I observe. I see how Dumbledore looks at you, how Potter and his gang looks at you... How Pansy looks at you..." you broke the eye contact and shocked as he was at first, he smirked.

"Oh, so you're looking at Pansy now? " he began to tease. "Are you jealous?"

"Of that cow? Sure, believe it." you rolled your eyes and stiffened out that lower lip of yours.

"Do you fancy me, (y/n) (y/l/n)?" he grinned and was now leaning against the shelf.

You turned your head away, hiding the blush that crept on your cheeks. "No, of course not. You can only dream." you turned back, hoping the red stain was gone.

"Or you can." he winked and with all your frustration you put your hands on top of the books, hid your cheeks behind them and looked at him with your eyes.

"I am looking out for you, you arse. If you slip, I have to do it and I do not want to do what you have to."

The grin fell into a frown and he stiffened up. "I will not slip."

"Then cool it down and pretend you're not going to kill our Headmaster."

---

It was late at night when he crawled back from his nightly routine. He crawled into the common room and for the first time, he saw you asleep on the sofa. He stood frozen for a moment, contemplating why and how.

He walked to you and sat on the empty edge of the sofa. His hand touched your shoulder and he lightly woke you awake. Your eyes slowly opened up and as you saw him, you let your hands slid deeper into the pillow and your head closer to the edge of it. "Where have you been?" you asked sleeply.

Another smirk curved on his lips and he pulled the blanket closer tp your neck. "Worried?"

"Yes." yours eyes were still closed yet his were observing you intently.

"Just tying some loose ends before it happens." he said and now you finally opened your eyes.

Your heart was beating faster and you slowly sat up. Hugging your knees, you let your eyes look at his and your mouth to ask the question. "Are you really going through this?"

For the first time he saw that you were scared and for the first time, he felt he wasn't alone. "I have to, don't I?"

"Why?"

"Because I have a family."

You looked down, took a breath and looked back up. "I knew you were kind of prick of a child but I didn't know he could be blackmailed into doing something as horrible as this. This will scar you, Draco. Do you really want to carry it?"

"If he asked you to do it, would you?" his voice was calm and before you could answer, he spoke first. "No, don't answer that. You are the kindest, nicest person I have ever known and since my childhood you haben't done any harm that I know of. I know how your parents died and I am sorry they had to go through that for you but you-what are you doing? This isn't you. You're not someone to be here and you know it. "

"I told you Draco. Like you, I don't have a choice. Me and the Dark Lord are distantly related. Don't you understand!" you shouted and he was taken aback. "His uncle is my dad's father. My grandfather. That makes me and Tom some sort of cousins. That was why he hates me so much. Because he is not a child of pureblood line and I am."

He looked away for a moment, squeezing his ezes shut and pinchingthe bridge of his nose. "Still?" he looked at you. "You're nothing like him."

"It's complicated."

"Is it?"

"You're asking me that question?"

"Yeah." a quirk of his lips softened his expression and you laid back down, smiling.

"When you can explain your situation, I'll explain mine." you kicked the blanket off you and threw it over your shoulder. You wished him a goodnight and left up to your dorm.

---

The next time you saw Draco Malfoy was by the freezing lake. Usually, you would have seen him with his friends but this time, he was alone.

You ran to him with your nose burried in your scarf and your hands in your pocket. "Hey, Draco!" you appeared on his side.

"Stalking me now?" he smiled and you rolled your eyes.

"No." you replied and continued to walk along.

With all the whiteness the snow caused in the bacground, his eyes were the ones that were the purest white at the moment. They were having clouds of grey in it, which was what made it even more pure.

"Potter thinks I did it." he said. "The Katie Bell thing." he glanced at you and you turned away.

He stopped. You stopped. "Why didn't you tell me?" he put his hands on your shoulders. "I could have done it for you."

"I told you, Draco." you took his hand from your shoulder and covered it with your other hand. "I know what I am doing. He was testing me and I made sure that the cursed necklace wouldn't hurt her."

He kept his eyes locked on your hands. From all the frost and cold, your hands gave hin the opposite and all of a sudden, he was warm as he was back in the common room.

You smiled at his flushed cheeks and intertwined your fingers with his. Leaning on his full arm, you put your hand on it and started walking along.

He didn't protest only walked along side you, smiling slyly.

---

The next time the two of you had locked hands was when The Dark Lord was calling Draco over to his side. You stood by him, scratched and bruised, angry yet exhausted.

You were squeezing it, begging him not to go. "Don't go, Draco." you whispered in his ear but he only turned his scared grey eyes to you and said.

"I'm scared." and he was already crossing the ground, leaving you alone.

The Dark Lord turned to you and pointed his wand. "What? Not joining us, cousin?" a crooked evil smile appeared on his thin lips and everybody turned to you with a gasp.

You hid all your fear inside and put your bravest face on. Your feet moved forward, step by step until you were almost close to him, smelling the rotting flesh of Tom Riddle. "Joining you? In what exactly?" you began and his grin disappeared. "I know you killed my uncle the moment you got your hands on him. Was it jealousy, cousin?"

"You're asking for death little girl." his nostrils flared and his snake-like eyes grew wide.

"Because no matter what, cousin, you will never be a pureblood. What kind of great wizard has blood of half of it?" you were now close and he was looking at you aoth a terrified look in his eyes.

But you weren't afraid anymore. Not of him. To see he can feel just as you can.

Until something sharp pierced your stomach and you looked down to see a silver dagger. "I've been wanting to do that since I killed your father." he said and you looked up into hisnred eyes. "You didn't know? This dagger is a family heirloom. Thought if I already killed your grandfather with it, your mother and your father, why not kill you with it as well?"

The blood was aready in your throat bug you didn't want to let him win. "Desperation looks ugly on you, Tom Riddle." you smiled with your red stained teeth. "You'll never have the power you want."

And with all his might you were thrown on the ground, his wand prepared to shoot and if it wasn't for some screams im the bacground, you would have been dead. There was nothing to see for you. It was black all of the sudden and before you went into a dark sleep you could only feel your hand in your own puddle of blood.

Something woke you up though. There was a hold of your head in someone elses hands and you could feel them bringing you closernto them.

"Stay with me, (y/n). You have to stay with me because if you don't, I don't know how I will live with myself."

You opened your eyes just to see his face, putting all your effort into smiling and speaking to him. "Are you saying you fancy me, Draco Malfoy?" you caughed and with wide eyes he smiled and pressed his forehead to yours.

"Yes, I do and I beg you to keep yourself alive so I can take you on a date already." he kissed the top of your head and kept you close. One of his arms was wrapped around you while the other carressed your cheek. "You're going to make it. You will."

---

It was torture for Draco Malfoy to stand where he stood. His hand held a boquet of flowers meanwhile his eyes kept themselves on the lovely decorated grave. He bent down and placed the flowers. "I'm sorry." he said and left a tear fall from his eye.

"He cared for you deeply." a soft voice came from behind him and he turned his eyes to see the kind and nice girl he always knew. Your hands wrapped themselves around his torso and you leaned your head on his shoulder. "Severus Snape. Who knew he was fighting for Dumbledore?"

His hand slid around your waist and pulled you closer. He kissed the side of your head. "I am just happy that I only lost him and not both of you." he whispered and you turned to in his hold to look at him whole.

Your fingertips brushed against his pale skin and as you smiled, he did the same. It was enormously hard for him to get through the consequences of the war but you? For you he would fight another if he had to.

"I love you." he said, rocking you left and right in his arms.

"I love you too."

[daily-wyrmmy]

Heyyyyy i’m one of l-uriens friends on discord and- he’s kinda freaking out- jealous of grimm- please i don’t know hug him it’s kinda annoying

"Oh no! Please don't be jealous!!! Oh root- i-i'm really sorry! It wasn't my intetion- oh no...." *freaks out too*

@l-urien

[ifliamsmile]

Hello i found your blog through Tumblr recommendations and now i am checking your posts and omg i love your devotion over this magnificent character , i am new to the show Titans i started watching it about month ago and this show made me re-discover not only what makes Nightwing such a great character but to start reading batman comics again and watch batman animation movies something i had years to do ( i am old 😄) my best wishes for your blog you do an amazing job here👏👏👏

Okay, omg.........I definitely wasn’t prepared for this, because it got me pretty much emotional.

This is one of the nicest things I’ve heard, you had the kindess to come here and choose your words to make me feel special about my work and my devotion for Dick Grayson. Getting to know that I helped in your proccess of discovering Nightwing and looking at him in such a special way makes me completely happy because that’s my intetion, to show people how curious, amazing and born-to-be-a-hero is our Blue Bird. Being new to Titans and Nightwing’s world is only the beggining of the joy you’ll feel by keeping up with them and believe me, you’ll never want to leave��� em. I wanna thank you so much for bringing your feels to me, because you made someone very happy and very excited to work even more on this blogg. 

Season 3 is coming and a lot more of content to you guys too.  Unfortunately, I don’t know your name, but I want you to know that you have someone to count on here, to talk about comics (I’m so addicted to it), Titans, bat, batfamily, batbros, and of course, the most important one: Nightwing.

my best wishes to our journey with these amazing heroes <3<3<3<3

[phrynefisherdaily]

Hi! First of all, thank you so much for your posts! A daily pleasure, really. Just a quick question: I just noticed that in 3x01, just before Jack's head gets hit by the door, his hands clearly are on Miss Fisher's neck!!! What is your theory about that detail? What were his intentions? It's pretty weird cause he's looking up at the same time... Thank yoooou

Hi there anon :) My reaction back when I noticed the very same gesture was: 

#can we talk about the fact that in the black and white gis he is touching hER NECK!!1!!, #WAs He GoinG to Kiss Herr??, #we’ll never know 

I think that they were both clearly looking forward to this night, we can see Jack checking himself in the mirror at the station before leaving to her place, which means he was really trying to look his best for this special occassion. Phryne’s attention to detail regarding the table and the candles is also an indication that it wasn’t just another casual nightcap night to talk about a case. They had planned this dinner-date in advance, they made sure no one would get in their way, sending the rest of the gang to the Cavalcade of Mysteries. I also don’t think they (or at least Phryne) told anyone that they were having dinner with each other. No one knew that the “male company” Phryne was having was Jack, not even Mr Butler, so I think that this “secrecy” is also evidence that both of them had the intetion to maybe take their relationship to the next level. I mean, the dinner-date alone is evidence that both wanted to take the next step, or at least talk about it. As we know, their plans are ruined so then Phryne makes Jack a second invitation, he asks her if there’ll be any unexpected guests and she tells him that that’s exactly what she wants to discuss with him. Jack goes to Phryne’s thinking that “unexpected guests” means men with whom Phryne flirts and gets casually involved with, when in reality she just wants to explain what happened and who it was that ruined their plans. Jack gets worked up and drinks while he waits for her, thinking that she might have stood him up again and maybe even feeling like she doesn’t care about him as much as he does for her. So, by the time Phryne arrives, Jack is basically emotionally on edge, probably having thought the worst case scenarios about where she would be or with whom. So, when they have that brief “discussion” and he turns to leave, she calls “Jack wait” and, of course he turns to her. I think that Phryne’s hesitation in that moment is because she wants to tell him what she really feels, admit it to him and maybe herself. As to Jack, when he turns back, I think that he has made up his mind to bare his heart there and then to her, though not necessarily kiss her. I think that he just wanted to hold her, sort of like this:

to make sure that she would be looking directly into his eyes and to let her know that this time he was serious about the “I am not one of them (the men) and I never will be, even if you want me to be” ultimatum. It’s not like that time he thought she had died and got so scared he considered distancing himself from her. This time he feels he has no option if they want to advance in their relationship. And he’s been drinking, he feels poorly, used, so he acts on impulse and plucks up the courage to confront her about their relationship, his feelings, her feelings and their future. So, in sum lol, I don’t think he’s going to kiss her but confront her, because he’s looking up as you said, which to me seems like he’s searching for her eyes.

This is my interpretation, anyway. If anyone wants to add their 2 cents, you’re more than welcome! :)♥

[bisexualbeetlejuice]

Hey!! I read your fic (it’s great so far btw) but what headcannons do you have for Beetlejuice’s “childhood”? Or just about Juno I’m not picky

hey! thank you so much! 

every bj fic writer seems to have their own idea of what it means to be a born-dead; personally, I think he was a child at some point, and that once he was fully-grown, that’s how he remains unless he becomes human. 

my hc’s are under the cut! this ended up more as a bio of his life instead of a list of hc’s lmao

his dad never even knew juno could have a child. he left their relationship after one too many instances of juno’s treatment, the whiplash of emotional switching between kind and cruel, and never looked back. within my ‘verse, the netherworld is a mirror of our world, so in this case, he moves far, far away from her, intet on never seeing or hearing about her again. 

she finds out she’s with child weeks after he leaves. she doesn’t tell him.

as for bj’s childhood, it’s the definition of a trauma conga line. juno never directly hurt him, in terms of physicality, but it was a mix of emotional neglect and abuse. she never wanted a child, especially with the one man who’d managed to completely leave her, and once bj was born, that didn’t change anything. she viewed him as something all she had to do was keep alive, i.e feeding him and clothing him, but leaving everything else up in the air. 

I’m a fan of the “it takes a village” trope, and I think that there were at least a few entities who saw her treatment, or lack thereof, of bj and tried to step in. nothing major, as juno’s the head of all of them, but trying to be extra nice to bj and say a few kind words here and there. they might pop up in a future fic!

anywho, he grows as a kid, and is exceedingly bad at talking with the few kids the netherworld has. they’re weirded out by him, both as a born-dead and by his extreme personality. he comes on too strong with everyone in an attempt to show that he can be their friend, and it’s off-putting. everyone is generally creeped out by him. he’s a product of his upbringing; he’s rash, loud, and intensely emotional. no one really knows what to do with him. since he was born dead, he can’t relate to anyone else. born-deads, in my ‘verse, are rare to the point of nonexistence. bj was a fascinating case that no one thought could ever happen. 

there is an education system in the netherworld, which is where teachers go to if they die on the job. because of this, there aren’t many elementary school teachers, and bj isn’t really the brightest bulb in the box, academically speaking. later in life, he tries to fix this via living world education, but it’s hard, y’know? but he does learn how to read/write/do math, even if he’s slow at it. 

juno’s frustrated with him, seemingly all the time. he isn’t smart enough, isn’t good enough, for her, and she tries to be around him for the least amount of time she can be. 

[she has nights where she remembers her own mother, and how she treated her the way juno treats bj. she doesn’t like to think about that, which is where the alcohol abuse comes in.]

as he grew older, juno would inevitably realize the power he has, and she decided to try to play the mom game with him, if only to get him on her side. bj, the definition of heart on his sleeve, immediately took to her and did anything he could to get her to laugh/smile. he’s an extreme people-pleaser, which was only amplified by the knowledge that, if he tried hard enough, maybe his mom would smile at him.

juno uses this for a long time, possibly centuries. she keeps him under a tight leash, and fucks him up pretty bad emotionally. when he does something that she wants, she’ll smile at him, maybe compliment him, but the second he goes against what she wants, it’s the silent treatment. she’ll cut him off, refuse to talk to him until she needs him again, and at that point he’s so desperate for affection he’d do anything to get her to be nice with him again.

they’re something of a “dream team” duo to everyone else in the netherworld. juno’s drive/goals are nearly impossible to fail when bj’s abilities are in the mix, and for centuries, they’re unstoppable. they’re on top of the world, so to speak, even while all of this shit is going on between them.

like many others who grew up in situations like this, he never really realized that this wasn’t how people, living, dead, or other, are supposed to grow up until he sees otherwise. sometime around the mid-1800s, he ends up in the living world on a mission for his mom and sees a family. he lurks around for a few weeks, watching as the kids interact with their family, and he’s just confused at what he’s seeing.

going back to the netherworld, he asks around and, yeah, that’s what most people’s families were like. he,,, doesn’t know what to do with this information. tl;dr he goes to juno, and when he tries to talk to her she starts shutting him out again, and in a fit of rage, he quits. he tells her that he isn’t working with her anymore, and if it isn’t a professional matter, he doesn’t want to speak with her again. he goes solo as a bio-exorcist, and for a bit, he’s doing well.

one bad day, after an even worse week, he’s called to juno’s office. she’s nice to him, knowing that she needs to be kind if she wants him back, and he crumbles. it ends up as a vicious cycle where they’ll be back together, then he’ll quit, and once something bad happens, he crawls back to her because she’s all that he has.

after a particularly bad experience with juno, she “banishes” him to the living world, something she did whenever she couldn’t deal with him. during this solo period, he finds the maitlands. he hears them talk about how they’d raise their child, how they’ll do their best, and he falls for it all. once they die, the rest is history, so to speak.

when lydia comes along, he realizes that he doesn’t have to be alone. he has a friend now, and hey, she likes him! they’re best friends; she laughs at his jokes and treats him nicely and gives him nicknames and -

yeah. when she gets serious about finding her mom, his emotions take the best of him. he’s angry and thinks that she’s just like juno, like everyone else who saw his abilities and used them, only acting nice to get him to do what they wanted, and goes off the edge. 

the marriage is his finale ultimato, his worst-case scenario, but he needs to use it. he needs to get away from the netherworld once and for all, needs to get away from everyone and just be himself. he’s tells himself he’s perfectly fine with being alone once he’s alive, but the maitlands and deetz’s playing with his emotions ends up convincing him to stay. of course, he’s killed right after.

juno taunting him about it all is the last straw for him, hence the sandworm. 

I’d love to write this out as a story in the future, but my current goals for this ‘verse are a sequel to take me where my soul can run and, possibly, a story of bj finally meeting his dad.

[nie7027]

DadReigen week day 3: Sports | Lessons

AHHHHH I DONT KNOW WHAT I’M DOING BUT AT LEAST I AM DOING SOMETHING 

well heres the second (third, sorry mods of the event it wasn’t my intetion to disrupt the order ) fic for dadreigenweek with some Shou feelings(or at least tried)

I hope you like it 

Sports

“It’s here” Reigen said at last stopping in the green open field.

“Here?” Shou glanced around and pointed with his thumbsat the monkey bars a few meters away from them “It’s a park Reigen. What kind of second rate spirit would haunt a park?” he deadpanned.

“What do you even know about spirits?!! Stop talking and let’s get to work. I’m the specialist here and I know what I’m talking about!”

“Sure you do old man. Sure you do” said Shou knowing fully well there wasn’t any spirit here. When Reigen turned his back to keep walking Shou stuck his tongue at him but still followed him.

Truth be told Shou had nothing better to do with Ritsu and the others being at school. He had already exhausted all his options and was dying of boredom, so when Reigen had asked his help this morning with a job he was very quick to accept. Too quick actually. I

f he had known it would require this much walking he would have thought it better.

But well this is what he deserved for sneaking into the office at unholy 8 in the morning and scaring the shit outta of Reigen.

Shou chuckled at the memory of  the first time when Reigen took hold of his umbrella and lounged to attack what he thought was a intruder, screaming the entire time

It made Shou realize he should tell Reigen to put better locks at the office because if thats was how he planned to defend against an attack then he had very poor chances. It had been very easy for him to block the umbrella.

Reigen just groaned when Shou said this to him the next day.

“If some people just entered through the door like any decent person, I wouldn’t have the need to defend myself “

“Where’s the fun in that?” had said Shou grinning.

Reigen suddenly stopped and waved his hand “What are you laughing at? We are wasting time. Spirits wont be exorcised by just chattering!”

Shou decided to play along 

“So, what exactly are we doing here? What was so important that you had to explicitly ask me for help instead of your oh-so-helpful-goodie-two shoes Serizawa?” Shou had to stop himself from cringing, that had come out more bitter than he had intended.

If Reigen noticed he didn’t acted on it.

“Even Serizawa has his personal matters to attend. Besides it’s not like he isn’t doing his work, someone had to stay back and look after the office” he then shrugged the backpack he had brought along and started rummaging looking for something “As for what we are doing….We are going to do and old ritual of sorts known from warding off evil spirits and attracting good energies-AJA HERE IT IS”

Shou had to do a double take at what Reigen was proudly holding in his hand.

An old worn out baseball ball.

Shou knew the man was a fraud but he was starting to think he had gone nuts. 

“Reigen you do realize that’s a baseball ball right? Like do you realize you are holding a toy?”

“Of course I know what it is!” he said tossing the ball at Shou who caught it reflexively “It’s the most important part of the ritual”

“Ritual?” Shou inspected the ball. As he thought it was just a simple ball. “ What kind of ritual involves a baseball ball?”

“Im telling you. It’s a very old ritual!” Reigen exclaimed offended “We pass each other the ball thus creating with our own energies a ward circle that extends and protects the whole area”

“What? Where did you get that-” Shou bursted laughing when a relizations struck him “Ritsu was right and you get all your practices from shady webpages... How old are you exactly to believe that kind of bullshit?”

 “Hey! you brat, I’ll let you know this is 100% real bussines, but what would a kid like you know disrepecting adults-”

“Shut up”

Shou frowned, it had been fun at first but now it was straight up annoying. 

“I’m not Mob and if you think I am as naive as him to believe everything you say is right just because you are and adult and you said so then you are wrong.”

Shou turned his back fully intent of going away but froze when Reigen spoke.

“No! wait Shou, I’m sorry! It wasn’t my intention to make you feel less just for being a kid”

“I’m not a kid” Shou huffed 

“I’m sorry anyway”

Shou sighed and turned around, scrutinizing Reigen’s gaze. It seemed sincere...unlike what he had seen in most adults throughout all his life.

“What are we doing here then?”he said crossing his arms “No more lies”

Reigen sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“For the last 2 weeks you have spent the morning at the office-I’m not saying you can’t, you are always welcomed but you just sit there waiting for Ritsu to come, or Mob or whoever gets there... It’s not good for you”

He then looked down at Shou “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Shou nodded, he had thought of those things already but….it was stupid but he had been so focused with taking down his dad he hadn’t thought what he would do next.

“So I thought...When I was young I used to play with-err I enjoyed playing fetch” 

Reigen tried to leave it there but Shou wasn’t dumb, nor liked to be treated like he was fragile “I said no more lies, if you have something to say just do it”

“I was there, when you father tried to take over the world and I saw...I bet you have never played it”

He was right.

Shou handed him back the ball “Fine, let’s play.

Reigen smiled and for the second time that day Shou felts he shouldn’t have said yes so quickly. He had of course seen people playing fetch, it wasn’t that complicated but for some reason he still stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

Reigen moved some meters away and asked him if he was ready before throwing the ball which Shou caught again with no problem at all.

He returned the ball 

Shou was confussed “How is this supposed to be fun?”

“Just wait and see!” 

Reigen then took a few steps back before tossing the ball again. This time with too much force.

The flew past Shou to high for him to reach it so with a flick of his hands he commanded his powers to bring the ball to him.

“HEY NO POWERS THAT’S CHEATING” Reigen immediately screamed 

“You were the one who threw it with too much force! How was I supposed to catch it? Running?”

“THAT´S THE POINT”

Shou was gonna make him eat his words.

With as much force as he could muster (and not powers) Shou threw the ball at him, it went above Reigen’s head but he actually ran and jumped catching the ball.

Shou pursed his lips, his competitive side taking over, when Reigen made a silly dance of victory.

The game was on.

They played until they were left panting and sweating on the ground, both their hair sticking to their foreheads and it was until then that Shou saw what else was inside the bag.

Juices pouches and sliced fruit.

Shou didn’t want to know why Reigen thought he could pass this as some spirit exorcism.

[oknstark]

Arrangement [part 2] ━ Thor

Pairing: Thor x fem!reader

Summary: Days later, Odin needs his son and his warriors to stop a new menace. Y/N, as the future queen, is called upon it as well, but she’s not happy about Odin’s plans. Otherwise, she and Thor know inside that they have to work together to accomplish their orders.

Warnings: tension, badass reader, killing threaths (kind of?).

Word count: 2,208.

A/N: the second part for arrangement! yay! It’s finally here lol. Anyway, thanks for the people who read the first part<3. This is going to keep the line of The Dark World still. (I should write about Ragnarok but in this they’re not as fucked up as in Ragnarok lol). My English may be bad, so I’m sorry (this should be a warning¿¿¿). Also, the gif’s not mine as always.

Tags: @imeannooffensebabybut @infinityblogger thank you for being the first ones here, I’m crying :’)<3.

If you want to be tagged just let me know and I’ll do. <3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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A few days passed. And didn’t were as Thor expected them to be. Y/N and he had a lot of time together. They used to eat together breakfast and lunch, and in the noon, Y/N would get along with his family at the dinning room; and also they used to walk on the palace and go to the gardens, where they simply faked happiness to the asgardian people.

Even if they were forced to be around each other, they simply would not get along well. The time Thor was sure about her and that he didn’t like her was four days later since her arrival on Asgard. Her father had just departed to Vanaheim that morning and she was on her worst mood ever, if that was even possible. She didn’t want to go to breakfast and neither to lunch. Y/N made sure the maid that was attending her would take her food to her chambers because she didn’t wanted to go out.

Later that day, she was called to an important meeting. The guards leaded her to the throne room. Thor and the All Father were there, along with some warriors and two of Thor’s friends, whom she recognised as Frandal and Volstagg. They all seemed with preocupied faces as Odin started to speak to everyone about the matter: there was a problem again with something awakening. The aether was being used again since Borr, Odin’s father, buried it on Earth. Thus it meant that it was being manipulated by someone and those where not good news. The dark elves were the suspects for stealing the aether, so they had to be prepared against them.

When Y/N entered the room, Thor sighed irrritated and Odin started again to give his orders on what they needed to do to, but Y/N wasn’t happy at all at his plan. As Thor and his warriors made their way to Vanaheim weeks ago and left a disaster on the realm, she didn’t wanted to leave destruction and mess on another land. She spoke firmly about it, interrupting the All Father, something that really surprised the people around her and Thor certainly didn’t like the tone she was holding while she was talking.

His fits clenched, holding back his comments and remarks at her recount of the events on Vanaheim and how she wanted another plan that would not involve destruction or inestability to other realms. The people around them muttered at her corageous order, but Odin stopped them slamming his fist on the table in front of him, and made sure to be clear on his position: he would not change his mind and Y/N had to get along with it, like or not. She was going to be a queen soon, so she needed to know that sometimes they were forced to make big sacrifices to prevent the end of the Nine Realms.

Y/N kept quiet, looking down with deception and let Odin finish his instructions around the table, filled with books, maps and old files. And when the All Father dismissed his people, she was the first to walk away from the throne room. But Thor was getting his anger run through his body and rapidly followed her out.

His steps walked some feet behind her and when she was near her chambers, Thor started to called her loudly, making her stop and turn around with a quick movement.

“What is the matter, your highness?” her cold expression greeted him.

Thor sighed. “Y/N, you need to understand that this is the only way that we can stop-”

“No, it’s the way your father wants to do it. Do you remember how you and your friends came to my realm without an invitation? My people is still recovering for your barbarian acts and destruction” she replied, furious.

“We wanted to help and I don’t remember you made an objection about it” Thor came closer to her, just as displeased as her.

“My father had no option, you were bursting on my land in no time, as you made your little battle very quickly.”

“You’re complaining when you didn’t even were there. You are trained I suppose, and for what I’ve heard, but you didn’t make your time to your people when they needed you?” he teased.

“I was busy and not prepared for it.”

“And we made all the dirty work instead of the great princess, you are very welcome.”

Y/N’s heartbeat started to increase and let her fume spread through her blood, looking at him infuriated. “I can’t believe I am going to marry an oaf like you” she spitted out. “You and your father just want to win everything over yourselves, even if that costs you a war between the Nine Realms and I am not going to be part of it.”

With that, Y/N turned on her feet with the intetion to go to her chambers. But Thor was not ready to let her go again; without thinking, he rapidly reached her arm before she could walk to the door. At the very moment Y/N felt Thor’s hand, she turned and gave her a strong kick on his stomach. Thor was caught off guard and his back hitted the nearest wall on the hall. Y/N had him imprisoned with her small figure and conjured a dagger on her hand with magic. The weapon almost touching his troath just by mere centimeters, where it was threating to dig in.

“Stay back, son of Odin” her eyes full with wrath locked on his.

Heavily breathing, Y/N turned away once again and finally made her way to her chambers, leaving Thor in dismay and surprissed against the wall. She was certainly strong. Of course! She was a goddess, but he could have easily pushed her away with his strenght. He did not though, he may be mad at her stubborness, but he would never fight her in a physical way. At least not in that manner...

Well, certainly she was gorgeous. The way her hair flowed against her face, and her dresses always fitting perfectly on her body was something he was very aware of. But her personality and judgment wasn’t something that they share and Thor was very sure that they will never do it.

That mere night, Y/N reunited on the dinning room with Thor's family. The tension between them was very obvious, but they both managed to keep it inside. Frigga, her soon to be mother-in-law, would make some comments about their day and would ask them how was everything going to reduce the heavy strain between her son and the vanir princess. But it didn't seem to work very well, even Odin could notice it and he was not happy about it.

"I know you are trying" the All Father said, lifting his cup to take a sip of mead. Thor and Y/N gave their attention to him immediately. "And I know it's not easy for both of you, specially you, Y/N, but you may try harder as you are leaving in two days to Svartalfheim."

Thor nodded at his father without speaking a single word and his attention went back to the rest of his meal, ignoring Y/N, who was by his side the whole time because he could not forget the little encounter they had earlier. She just limited herself to say yes on her mind and continued to eat her food. Even though, Thor thought why this would be more difficult for her than to him. Maybe because she was alone there, and she was still waiting for her father to come back to Asgard and take her with him to Vanaheim. But that was not possible at the time. A deal was a deal, and they had to make it at all cost.

Y/N sighed for the tenth time, winking with bother at the balcony, covered with red silk curtains. She made herself comfortable on the large bed and grabbed the sheets to try and cover her body again. She closed her eyes once more, but she couldn't sleep. The stress and anxiety were eating her alive, knowing that she had to leave to another realm that she never laid a feet on. It was enough with being on Asgard, she didn't wanted to do it; she could not fight in that way, knowing that their acts would set free another war and make the realms unstable again. Thinking just about the mess that Thor and the asgardians warriors would make there was something she was very worried about.

Sharply, she got rid of the sheets, sitting down on the edge of the bed with a headache, and rubbing her temples she decided to get out and go for a walk. Maybe she could rest her mind and be prepared for whatever it was coming. Yawning, she walked to the wardrobe and took a long night robe to cover her short night dress. Y/N left the chambers, trying not to make any sound as she wandered around the halls of the golden palace, admiring their architecture. Eventually, she found the library and got in there, with the intention to grab a book and read it, thinking it would help to her sleeplessness.

Y/N walked through the book shelves, almost at the end of the place, when a magic book catched her attention. She took it on her hands and quickly reached a couch to sit on, the book laying gently on her crossed legs. She went through the pages for some minutes, getting interested on the seidr, as her sleep then started to show. It took some time to finally let her eyes remain closed, her body lying on the long sofa and the book resting on her chest, to fell asleep.

Thor threw another book gently on the table. The wood surface was filled with files, books and maps that the blonde god was using to get prepared for his soon to come misson. Because of his lack of sleep and his inner desire to know more about the aether and Svartalfheim, he guided himself to the library so he could be ready for anything that would happen. So he thought.

He laid back against the chair, his hands went directly to his face, rubbing his eyes. He was tired, but he was so obstinate to leave and go back to bed. His need to be prepared for the trip was not the only thing running through his head. The barely conversation that he endured with Y/N was something that he could not easily forget. Thor felt inside the need to say sorry about what happened. He let his thoughts drive his mind, as he leaned closer to the table, his hand underneath his jaw and eyes closed, trying to figure out a way to make it up to her. Just for the safe of the mission and the good of the realms. If Thor wanted something, was not screw up his father’s orders and keeping the peace between the worlms, and of course, between him and his betrothed.

Thor spent a long moment thinking about what was going next, that he nearly jumped from his seat when he heard something hitting the bookcase near his desk. His hands left his face and rapidly stood up, just to see Y/N leaving on its place a heavy book, her night gown was short and the robe she wore was hugging her tightly, protecting her body from the coldness of the night. The sound of the chair sliding on the floor made Y/N turn around to the man, still feeling a little sleepy.

“I’m very sorry” she whispered, her hands still on the book’s spine now carefully left on the shelf.

“It’s alright” Thor nodded slightly, feeling better now that he knew it was her. Silence quickly sorrounded them. “Can’t sleep?”

She let out a chuckle. “I think it is what it seems” Y/N answered, making some steps near the desk with curiosity. “I could say the same about you...” she crossed her arms on her chest and stared to the mess that Thor had on the wooden surface. “Studying the dark elves are we?”

Thor blinked at her remark, watching her as she looked through the books scaterred on the table. “Yes. It’s the best I can do before we depart to Svartalfheim.”

Y/N looked up to him. “You are doing well...” The blonde locked his eyes on her, her face was as serious as always. It looked like she just gave him a compliment, wasn’t it? But, how? He couldn’t tell how they were acting like nothing had happened before, otherwise, he decided that they were just as mature to accept it and go on besides the hard situation that they were put into by their parents. “Sleep well” she said and immediately started walking away to leave the library.

“Y/N” he suddenly called her. She stopped and turned around again to see the prince. “Forgive me for what happened today, it wasn’t an appropiate behavior from myself.”

She gave him a tired gaze. “I already did. Please, forgive me as well.”

With those words, she left the place. Maybe they would find a way to make their future marriage work.

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Saeyoung | The Stars

Hey @thebluerosemaiden, I’m sorry this took over a month. Hah, I nearly forgot because I was so focused on what was in my ask box. So sorry about that! Anyways, I tried my very best to make this bittersweet the way you asked. Anyways, I hope you enjoy~♡

Mc loved him. She loved him so much. She wanted nothing more than to just plant her lips on his and eradicate all of his doubts, fears and agony. 

But the reality was, she could not do that. 

Saeyoung was a very complex being. He had spent many years being solely devoted to his job and being connected to other people was a huge no-no. 

So when he was in Rika’s apartment working on securing Mc safety and all of a sudden his brother showed up, bearing a lifetime’s worth of resentment for him caused him to completely bury his feelings for Mc and get his brother back. No matter how much he hurt anyone, Saeran was his top priority. 

So he did the only thing he could think of to make Mc not like him. Hurt her. He did everything in his power to “protect” her from him. But not even Saeyoung himself could ever make Mc forget the grief he put her through.

It was quiet in the apartment, save the sound of Saeyoung’s fingers tapping rapidly against the keyboard of his laptop. 

Mc was beyond bored. She could not leave the apartment with the threat of being kidnapped still out there and Seven had not been exactly kind to her since the re-appearance of his brother. Not that she blamed him, Saeyoung had just witnessed his own brother actively try to kill someone he held dear.

Mc had noted that the hacker hadn’t eaten yet and the hours of the day were passing by. 

16:44. 

That couldn’t be healthy. Mc decided that she would make something for herself and for Seven… just to elminate the tension that permeated throughout the apartment. 

Once she prepared the simple dinner, she padded her way to where Saeyoung was hard at work. She was nervous, Seven was cold and unapproachable so coming to at least notify him of dinner caused an explosion of anxiety to circulate in Mc’s gut. 

“Seven?” 

No answer. 

“Seven.” A little louder but still no reply. 

Mc made her way towards him, lightly tapping him on the shoulder. Mc could practically breathe in the distaste radiating off of Saeyoung as he was pulled from his work. Mc had to prevent herself from physically showing her pain from the blunt “what?” she recieved.

“I made dinner. Um I can bring it to you if you want.” Mc hated how vulnerable and weak she sounded. She hated the fact that this man had so much control over how she felt without even realising it. 

“… I’ll eat it later.”

“Please, Seven, you haven’t eaten all day,” Mc pleaded, knowing that he wouldn’t eat later like he said. 

Seven could feel the guilt settle in his stomach at his next words. “Mc I have actual problems to deal with so if you’re going to start nagging me then I’ll go to a different room and it would be in your best interest to leave me alone.”

With that, Mc turned tail and left. She only returned once with the plate of food, left it on the floor beside him and he didn’t see her again until the following day.

It was still fresh in Mc’s mind; all that he said to her. They were all the same, more or less. Each word that Seven bellowed described the entirety of his ‘hatred’ towards her.

But how was Mc supposed to know that Saeyoung didn’t actually hate her. That it was the exact opposite. She wasn’t a mind-reader. 

There was no way for her to know that whenever she smiled, Seven’s heartbeat would increase by tenfold or whenever she said his name, he had to dedicate all his energy into not pouncing on her and claiming every bit of her as his own.

And because Mc was under the impression that she was bearing feelings for a man who detested her, she did the only thing she could to protect herself from a world of hurt… 

And that was to slowly, but defintely surely, let go of her love for Saeyoung. Mc knew herself better than anyone and she knew that she would not be able endure the heartache that follows an unrequited love. 

So it began when Saeyoung decided to go after Saeran. Instead of going with him, she opted to stay at Rika’s apartment. This was “Phase One” of moving on. Distance and time to be alone with her feelings. Seven had been so glad when Mc didn’t go along because he would not be able to live with himself if anything had happened to her. 

Although he didn’t know that she spent the time he was gone crying for a lost love. A lost chance. An unknown opportunity. 

“You’re not coming with me, Mc,” Seven almost spat at her. The loathing for his own being doubled as he saw a flash of pain in Mc’s eyes. 

“It’s okay, Seven. I know. I’m going to stay here. I have a party to organise.”

The hacker only nodded, turning his back and then leaving. Unbeknownst to him, Mc stood behind him with a sad smile stretched across her lips. In that moment, she knew that this would be the last time she would look upon Saeyoung with the love she had for him. In the time he would be gone, she was going to sort out her emotions and not show her face to him again until all she could do was consider him a friend. 

Now here she stood, ready to be reunited with her friend. And ready to meet his twin brother. It had been weeks since she had seen the red haired male. Mc was confident that she was no longer in love with Seven. When she thought about him, all she could feel was the love of a platonic friendship. 

Even now, as Saeyoung wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug, her heart stayed the same. No skipping of beats or increase of her pulse. Just the relief of seeing him alive and healthy. 

However, Seven observed Mc. There was something different about her. She seemed so close to him but also in the same reach as he was to the stars. He could no longer feel the warmth in her gaze or the lingering of her arms around him in the hug. 

It became painfully apparent to him then; Mc had moved on. He had suceeded in his intetions all those weeks ago. All the spews of hatred and animosity has triumphed into what Seven would consider his greatest mistake. 

“Hello, Saeran, I’m Mc. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Mc shook the hand of his brother, smiling gently as she became properly introduced with the man who had turned her life upside down. 

Saeyoung could see the blush creep onto his twin’s cheeks as his hand connected with Mc’s. 

This was it. 

It was Saeran’s chance at a happy life. Seven would not interfere. He would stay well away from Mc and do nothing to potentially re-kindle any of her feelings for himself. 

For now, Saeyoung’s love story with Mc was over. 

Only to be continued in his dreams. 

But in reality; just as in reach as he was with the stars. 

AHHH, I hope you enjoy this. I eventually got this finished lolol, there were so many power outages today!

Requesting is open!

Masterlist!

[mugenmcfugen]

I figured out I should put out small (that will probably turn into essay by the end I’m done typing) blog post about something that has been on my mind for quite some time, especially now that I’ve been diagnosed with GAD. I will put the read below line so I don’t hog the dashboard, so if you’re interested in reading further, click away.

I need to preface from a beginning that I was always sort of a sensitive. My sensitivity was mostly obvious when I was a child, and majority of it probably comes from my toddler years, which I’ve spent mostly in hiding from bombs and as a refugee. It was coupled with a fact that my father had to get separated from us because of war (he’s alive and well, thank God) and my assumption is that right there I was left with separation anxiety. School years weren’t the worst, but I always struggled with keeping friends and was mostly bullied because of the fact that my catholic mother dared to marry a muslim man and have kids. Okay, when I hit puberty I started to realize that all of that was bullshit and whatnot, I realized many of them we’re just a kid as me and were probably taught wrongly from their parents. Sometimes I see majority of my elementary school classmates today and most of them are just as me and in fact are happy to see me, which is something (except one guy and screw him for a good reason). But I was always left with lingering sense that I, infact, don’t belong anywhere. I always detested fact that I had to indentify as some shit that wasn’t mine to decide (like, ethnicity or religion), so for most of the time, I kept to myself, my comics, my games, anime, etc. When I started finding people that had same interests like me, I was over the moon, because it meant I still had a chance to be myself in a shithole that’s my hometown (which is small and still all kinds of fucked because of war), and to this day I’m still grateful for those years.

University came along, and while I didn’t notice it at first, it started taking a toll on me. It wasn’t difficult sort of university, but constant need to prove myself with my art and failing (to this day I still can’t figure for the fuck all what was I supposed to do with criticism i recieved) coupled with fact that I was straight on abandoned by people I considered my friends in there, kind of destroyed my self confidence and borderline fell into heavy depression before kicking myself in the ass and seeking help for the first time in my life. Since then I learned to adjust myself and sort of control my emotions. I realized that I wasn’t to blame but my self confidence never fully recovered after that. I used to be sort of happy-go-lucky person before that, and for last few years I was left into constant self doubt about every single little shit I do.

That is, enter my boyfriend, without whom I’d probably be in a way worse state and who didn’t bail on me because he told me way later in relationship that, when he first met me I was in such a shitty mental mess, and frankly, he was right. I was a hot potato of issues and I was full on ready to get my shit together, but I like to believe some higher force decided that I needed an angel alongside. So they sent him to me. BUT (there’s always that fucking but) anxiety is a sneaky little bitch that never left me alone and constantly made me worry and stress over such a minuscule shit it’s not even funny.

At that point I also believed internet was my refugee from constant shitfest that’s my real life and place I live in, it was one of places where I could be full of weird ideas and people who are open minded like me. Everything was allowed, right?

Except at that point (it was 2013) is where climate of Tumblr started to shift from mindless fun and shitposting for majority of time to full out blown toxicity from all around. Shit that had a good basic message in it was dripped in a such a toxic waste that I really, REALLY, didn’t have mind capacity to handle it. I started noticing taking a toll on me again because, YET AGAIN, there was this stupid fucking indenitity bullshit that ‘‘if you’re not x don’t x or y’‘ or similar crap. As someone who had to go trough whole fucking childhood of being asked if i’m ‘‘x or y’‘, here I was, AGAIN, being asked same bullshit. And over what? But, as always, anxiety won again, and instead of me facing this and keeping my head in place, I decided to hide all of this from my dash, whenever it was unfollowing or filtering words because I couldn’t handle it. Those weren’t my fights.

I ran away from people again. I was hurt and abandoned before for mere facts that I didn’t toe in line with groupthink. And again, I felt like I don’t belong anywhere. My whole life was basically filled with conflicts and I didn’t want to continue doing that here.

So if you’ve read up until this point, you probably wonder ‘‘what’s this about?’‘, here’s what it is: I’m opening my soul. I’m trying to put down in words all of my actions and happenings before and how they led me here where I’m now. I used to be victim of other’s people action but in the end I remained victim of my mind. No one was holding me down but me and my shitty anxiety. I know it’s okay to distance yourself from shit that makes you uncomfortable. But it’s also festering ground for whole lot of stuff that will in the end give you far more shit than simple dealing with a problem straight ahead.

But god fucking damn if I’ll ever let anxiety control me the way it did. This blog post function is me giving my anxiety a big middle finger.

Fuck you for making me self doubt. Fuck you for making me overthink every single possible outcome. Fuck you for not letting me be ME. I’m who I am and fucking deal with it.

In the end (if you came up till this point) I’d like to do two things. First is, I apologize. I apologize to anyone who ever felt I was wronged by them, whenever it was intetional or not. I’m not good person by any means, however, this apology comes sincerely from the bottom of my heart.

Second is, thank you if you’ve read trough this. It’s mostly me just talking about my issues and sorting them in a coherent manner for my brain. After all of this typing, I feel relieved. Again, thank you if you’ve read trough all of it.

[snapessecretdiary]

Enough

A/N: quite a short one, but it´s late and nothing better came to my mind + finding a good title is not exactly one of my special skills (neither is writing), english is not my first language, so I´m sorry for any spelling & grammar mistakes

Warnings: none

You were furious. Anger was boiling trough your veins as you rushed along the empty hallway, you mentally thanked god for making all the students spending their break outside as you didn´t want any of them to see you in the state you currently were. 

The destination you wanted to reach came closer the more steps you took, until finally, you reached the staff room. Not caring to knock you ripped open the door and got inside, everyone’s attention on you immediately. “Oh hello [Y/N],”, your co-worker Minerva McGonagall addressed you happily, “haven’t seen you at breakfast today.” Whirling around aprubtly you faced the elderly witch. “Yeah and that´s got a damn reason!”, you snapped. It wasn´t your intetion to sound that rude, but right now you had absolutely no control over your mouth. Then you faced all the other collegues who also happened to be in this very room right now, either sitting and reading in silence or chatting with eachother in a frisky manner. ‘Well that’s gonna change now, folks.’ you thought to yourself. 

“I’ve got enough!”, you finally said your anger clearly to be heard in your voice, while shooting each one a glare that made most of them flinch. Actually it made them all flinch, except for one: Severus Snape, the schools Potion Professor, kept looking at you in silence, a small smirk tangling on his lips as he watched your outburst. “What’s wrong, dear?”, asked Professor Sprout, her voice carefully collected, obviously trying to calm you down a bit. But Merlin- you’ve just started. “What’s wrong you ask? What the fuck’s wrong with you?”, you shot back. “Why can’t you all just stop playing god damn match-makers who’s mission it is to set me up with Lupin? It’s freaking annoying! I actually start to believe Lockhart’s hiding somewhere in here and gives you advise on what to do next! Why don’t you call back all those little shits of cupids he brought to the school last year, hm?” Hell, that got you a little out of breath. 

Turning to look at the Defense against the Dark Arts teacher, you said: “I’m sorry Remus, I didn’t mean to offend you..” He gave you a small, smyphatetic smile. “It’s alright Y/N.”

You returned the smile vaguely and continued what you had to say. “So really just stop. I´ve got much more important things to deal with right now so stop annoying me. Besides, has any of you ever considered that I might already be taken?” They all looked at each other wide eyed, some of them mumbling something along the lines like ‘never thought of that’ and ‘she’s got a point’ 

Minerva was the first to give in to her curiosity, knowing that now everyone wanted to know: “So.. You’re in a relationship?” You nodded your head a yes. “I am. Married actually, I just don’t wear the ring at work.” “And may I ask if we know this special someone?”, asked Dumbledore, slowly getting closer to you. He looked at you and shoved his spectrals up his nose. That might be the first thing in your entire life that Dumbledore does not already know; and probably the last. Anyways, what a rare sight. 

Smirking you said: “Oh yeah, pretty good actually. He’s sitting right over there!” you pointed towards the only person who wasn’t taking part in the whole conversation, silently sitting in a big armchair next to the roaring fire and observing the scene. “Severus?”, they all asked in union, their voices lacing with disbelief. 

Oh how much you loved the shock written on their faces. Everyone´s eyes wide while looking at you, then Severus and finally wandering back to you, and their jaws nearly hitting the ground. Professor Flitwick looked like he was going to faint any minute. The sight was just magnificent, you instantly regretted not carrying a camera to snap a picture of this scene. It would have made a perfect shot to appear on the Daily Prophet.

[jkgdesigns]

MINI PHYSICAL MOCK UP

These images here are of a mini mock  up of my publication. 

Even thoughtb we hare not handing in anything physical due to COVID-19, I wanted to perint off some bits and pieces to put together with the tolols I had to have a realistic view on what it would look like. I also wanted to print it out to see how a dosey doh book actually works because before my uttors told me ishould consider it, i had never even heard of the word! This mock up is exactly half the size of my publication made on indesign. If my publication were to be printed out it would be inbetween the size of A5 and A4, therefore this mockup’s size is invbetween A5 and A6. The main purpose of this exercise was to understand the fundamentals of how a dosey doh book works. What I had understood was that my cover that I designed wasn’t the right design for the structure of a dosey doh book. I realised that the two books back onto each other, rahter than having a single sheet in between. Once I had realised I had to alter my cover slightly on my computer, I then had the idea of flipping the second book, “Life After Lockdown” upside down. This was stemmed from my orignal idea when I had the intetion of making a singular. I thought this was great idea because I wanted to involve the ideation that our routines have been flipped drastically due to Lockdown, caused by COVID-19 obviously.

[fazbearsecuritycrew]

IN WHICH FIGHTING IS ONE OF HIS MANY TALENTS

IN WHICH FIGHTING IS ONE OF HIS MANY TALENTS

NOTICE: Mentions of Blood, Cursing

Mike usually loves fighting.

What he does not like is hearing about Jeremy fighting.

happy birthday, fnaf 2!

WINTER 2003 - Where the hell was he?

Mike looked impatiently to his watch, becoming more and more concerned by the minute.

And, speaking of minutes, Jeremy had less than five to get his ass down here before his shift started.

There were the usual excuses- I overslept, or Traffic was crazy, or even his favorite one- My bike caught a flat.

But at least he was somewhat on time with those. Mike had never witnessed a guard who had worked more than a few days still have the balls to come in late. It usually scared them into arriving an hour early, at the bare minimum. It was like the first day all over again.

Knowing the kid already had a lot to juggle with, Mike usually let it slide (he had yet to die, anyway), but it seemed like he had been too easy on him lately. He’d probably have to chew is ass out for the stunt he was pulling tonight.

The signature bell on that familiar blue bike hollered through the air, and Mike felt the breeze that trailed behind the bicycle as Jeremy pulled up to the rack.

He prepared for this moment, mouth already halfway open and in the middle of his breath-

And he cut him off.

“S-Sorry Mike,” he started with the usual apology, although it lacked its usual haste. “I…h-had a problem today, a-and then I forgot to set m-my alarm, so I t-to hurry over to get h-here. So, u-um, yeah, and a-a-also, um…”

His voice began to trail off long before the words stopped tumbling from his mouth. Mike hadn’t even noticed when he had unlocked the door to the building, pulling his hat low as he stiffly walked inside.

Mike followed after him, sucking his teeth slightly at the lowered temperature on the interior of the establishment. He may have heard the boy wince as well, but it was hard to hear from back here.

Jeremy made sure to be a few quick steps ahead of him the entire walk to the office, not slowing down once to let Mike join him at his side.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out that he was hiding something.

“…Yeah. Try to be early next time. Don’t want them ripping your ass to shreds because you couldn’t bother to clock in.”

He flinched, but otherwise gave a silent, curt nod.

In truth, Jeremy actually hadn’t been acting all that nervous tonight. No, it was more…suspicious than anything.

He had been hellbent on avoiding facing Mike. Anything he did, he did with his head down or his back turned. He had nearly dropped the flashlight trying to get it from Mike without turning around.

The situation with the tablet was a whole lot worse. His nose was practically stuck to the screen, apparently so enthralled by whatever the footage showed despite it being a slow night.

An hour of camera watching passed, and Mike grew even more curious as to what Jeremy had been hiding.

He said he had a problem. Problem? Wonder what it is?

He entertained himself for the next fifteen by thinking of all the possible scenarios that the boy may have gotten himself into.

He was famous for getting knee deep in troublesome shit, and this time proved to be no exception. Traffic jam? Missing uniform? Stubbed toe?

A snicker escaped, and from the corner of his eye could he barely make out the green that cast him a look in the shadows.

Well, fun over. At least it kept him distracted for a good bit. Good, because it was a Tuesday. He groaned. Tuesdays were always the worst.

Smack!

His neck swiveled around just as the sound finished bouncing off the walls. Jeremy flinched, looking around the room.

“T-The, uh, tablet fell.”

Mike walked back over to the desk. “It’s not broken, is it?” he asked, reaching down to pick up the fallen item.

Unfortunately, Jeremy had the same idea.

A sharp pain rang through his head when Mike had realized he had just headbutted the shit out of Jeremy. They fell their separate, each cradling their own sore forehead.

Mike rubbed at the skin while Jeremy scrambled around to look for his missing hat.

Mike looked up.

“Jeremy, what the FUCK?”

There was an unbridled rage screeching in his shout, but it wasn’t directed at the teen. Just directed at the bastard that did that.

Jeremy tried to hide his quivering bottom lip with a nervous grin.

“Wow,” the boy started, surprisingly calm. “Those street lamps sure do know how t-to pick a fight!”

“Fight!”

“Oops,” the guard mused. “Wrong word.”

Mike tilted his chin towards him and turned his head to see him better, earning a yelp from the teen.

“Jeremy, the hell happened to your face?”

While Jeremy had saw it for himself earlier, he truly thought it hadn’t looked that bad. Sure, that black eye was really working wonders for his complexion, and the split lip provided a nice accessory to the many other cuts that littered his face, but he had worse before.

It didn’t look that bad, right?

Clearly not to Mike, who was mostly focused on the fact that the guy’s eye was basically swollen shut. That was already bad enough, but the fact that that ugly amalgamations of blues traveled up to his forehead made it look like he had been slammed into something.

Honestly, it took everything in Mike’s power to not be somewhat impressed that he was still standing. Rather, that he could even see at all. That eye was basically out of order.

“I-It’s kind of a long story…” he paused, hoping the noir would catch the hint.

He did not.

Or maybe he did and chose to ignore it.

He further examined the beaten boy’s face, brushing hair out of the way to reveal a slightly nasty cut on his forehead. Huh. He didn’t even know that one was there.

He started mumbling under his breath. Mike always did that when he was pissed off. “Seriously, how the fuck did this happen?”

Jeremy tried to pull away, but the man made sure he had a secure grasp on the younger as he dragged him over to the desk, sending him a look that said, sit or else.

He pouted. “It’s nothing.”

Mike huffed. “Jeremy, your head is fucking bleeding. It’s something, alright.”

Jeremy made the move to reach for the tablet, lifting the screen in order to wind the music box. He kept the device in his lap.

“I-I’m not joking w-when I say it’s kind of long. Can I tell you a-after we don’t die?”

Mike righted the chair that was lying on the floor, shoving it in Jeremy’s direction. “Fine, smartass,” he huffed. “Tell me after the shift. But if I so much as hear about a fucking finger being laid on you, somebody’s dying tonight. Got it?”

He gave a little roll of his good eye. “Okay, okay.”

It seemed like the rest of the night sped by after that, between Jeremy monitoring the cameras and Mike scaring off any of the animatronics that stopped by the office.

By the time six AM rolled around, Jeremy could barely react when Mike suddenly threw his backpack at him, motioning for him to hurry.

“Go get changed,” he threw his thumb over his shoulder. “And the second you come out, you’re telling me the whole damn story.”

Jeremy gulped. The older man could be scary when he wanted to be.

Mike waited in the main room for the young boy to come out, mind once again wandering. As much as Mike loved the him like a brother, it’s not as if his tiny size and overall fragility didn’t scream Pick me!

His stomach turned, and he found himself dreading all the ideas of what those injuries could mean. Sure, he had been in a fair share of fights in his day, but that was just…brutal. Whoever gave those out had the intetion to seriously hurt or incapacitate someone. The fact that Jeremy played them off like a paper cut didn’t help either, like what he was looking at was something as mundane as a walk through the park.

He didn’t know what his home situation was like, but Jeremy rarely every mentioned his parents positively, if at all. He never mentioned it before, but Mike wasn’t stupid enough to note notice the occasional cut or bruise that appeared on his body.

He didn’t want to pry, but seeing those things alone made him think that someone was hurting him in the worst possible manner.

The creaking of a door echoed down the hall, and Mike looked up to see Jeremy shuffling out the bathroom, awkwardly holding his backpack, half stuffed with the uniform.

His face had looked a bit more touched up, or maybe that was just the effect of the color he wore on his clothing. But his lip was cleaned off, and there was a little bandage peaking out from under his hair. Still, the black eye was as obvious as ever, and he doubted anything could be done to cover that up.

He pulled a chair out for himself, stiffly sitting down across from the older night guard.

He blinked. “So, what do you w-want to know?”

He narrowed his eyes, that conversation started clearly being the last thing he expected. He couldn’t help but lean forward a bit, the plastic covering on the party table crinkling under his weight. “I wanna know who fucked up your face, obviously!”

“M-Mike,” Jeremy sighed, it clearly being too early in the morning for him to coherently deal with this. “If you th-think I’m being bullied o-or something, it’s not th-that.”

“There’s a hell of a lot of things that it can be, Fitzgerald,” Mike warned, eyebrows furrowing further. Before his very eyes, those murderous intentions behind eyes seemed to melt into something that could only be found in the well-meaning.

“C’mon, Jeremy. I know it probably sucks talking about it, but I’m only asking ‘cause I don’t want anything to happen to you that doesn’t need to happen.”

Tentatively, he leaned forward, placing a hand on his junior’s shoulder. “Seriously, man. I don’t wanna see shit happen to you, because there’s a lot you already have going on, and it breaks my heart to see shit like this. Talk to me, please?”

Jeremy gave a small smile, thought it didn’t quite reach the side with the split. “Mike, t-trust me- I’m fine.”

“But what happened?”

A hesitant pause.

“O-Okay, so maybe there was a fight?”

“Jeremy!”

The named threw his hands up in mock defense. “W-Wait! To be fair, i-it was in self-defense.”

“I’m laying hands on someone if they hit you.”

“No one hit me, okay!” he whined, that familiar pout puffing his cheeks out again. “I-I wasn’t getting teased o-or bullied or anything like that, so chill o-out.”

He bit his lip, leaning back into the cheap metal chairs of the pizzeria.

“It was for a f-friend.”

Mike paused, and suddenly it all made sense. Despite some of the more heroic antics that Jeremy had shown before, it seemed like he held an overall aversion to fighting. There was a type of guilt that shown in his eyes at any suggestions of violence, and Mike

“At first he a-asked me for help because all three of th-these guys were going to gang up on him, and I told him to fight his own battles because i-it was his fault he was in t-trouble,” he looked across the room again, eyes focusing in on nowhere in particular. “But th-then they started wailing on him at the same time, and I had to jump in, Mike. He was getting-”

He took a breather. “He was getting beat, Mike. Everyone just stood th-there while they tossed him over a table, slamming his head into the floor over and over again. And his girlfriend was just watching him get beat to a pulp, and I couldn’t, Mike.”

He sighed, averting his eyes with a hint of shame.

“So yeah. I did get in a fight t-today. I’m sorry.”

That final look up with those honest ass eyes was all it took for Mike to crumble.

The scowl that previously adorned his face had been replaced in place of an understanding smile. Leave it to Fitzgerald to get his eye basically poked out while trying to defend a friend.

Maybe he wasn’t very strong, and he may have still been a child, but damn if the kid didn’t have some serious balls.

A warm chuckle escaped Mike’s mouth as he stood.

“Huh?” He tilted is head, almost disbelieving. “What’s so funny?”

“Just thinking about how you probably looked out there fighting guys twice your size.”

Jeremy grinned, slinging is backpack over his shoulder, right on the man’s heels.

Closer to the entrance doors, Mike spoke up with a, “So?”

“S-So what?”

He turned, hands shoved in his pockets. “Get any good hits in?”

Jeremy nodded his head sheepishly, a red tint dusting his cheeks. “I did,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “I m-may have overdone it a-a bit, though. I hit a guy in his knee with a chair.”

There was a confusing mix of laughter and surprise to Mike’s voice. He slapped his forehead. “Holy shit! You probably blew his knee out!”

“I hope not. I don’t have the money for a lawsuit.”

Mike barked out a laugh again, wiping imaginary tears from his eyes. “Man, I’d hate to get on your bad side. Double cross you and the next thing you know, your knees are getting curb stomped by a sleep deprived kid with multicolored hair!”

The teen gave a light laugh, acting as if he didn’t just talk about bashing a guy’s knee in with a chair.

Mike grinned. “I take it you won?”

Jeremy laughed. “Well, maybe not, but we didn’t go down without trying!”

[gojosattoru]

I love ur blog to pieces! ur colorings are absolutely beautiful too! they look so soft and clean. ur blog is just masterpiece and it's clear to see ur a sweet person since so many love u. it's not ur fault but after seeing how amazing u are I think I should stop trying to sink the fandom w/ my bad colorings and edits when such awesome ppl like u are in it and making it so lovely. thank you for doing what i can't T^T keep up the beautiful work

Hey there dear anon! So sorry for the late reply bbe!! I wasn’t ignoring your ask, I just was offline this week. Oh gosh thank you so much for your sweet words and compliments about my works!! >////BUT! Do not stop being in the fandom and doing what you like because of me or others and for thinking you are not good because that’s a lie!! In the beguining I wasn’t a very good editer either darling!! My edits were bad and with the time being I have been practicing and everyday I would edit even if I looked in the end and tho “wow this is awful” but still I didn’t give up! I would always look at the others and see very awesome edits on my dash everyday and I didn’t stop!! I’m headstrong and one day I tho to myself “if others can do it why not me too?!?” So I contniue on doing and trying! I believe if you continue doing it you will become one like me :D Believe in yourself bby please!! You don’t know how much sad this made me… I don’t want ppl to see me and my works and give up on editing or in everything!! I want them to feel happy, continue do what they like, feel inspiration run into their veins and try making it better and better everyday! I was a beguinner on photoshop too and learned it alone looking through so many tutorials that it helped me a lot!! So PLEASE! Don’t stop okay?!? Have fun and be happy with your works and believe you’ll become better and better everytime, I assure you you will, so keep on trying! And never stop darling! *hugs* If other can do it you can too!! Sorry again for the late reply, it wasn’t my intetion >.